From the country’s belly I finally woke up.  I had been waiting a very long time to do so, but the dreams had been intense.  When I did, I noticed all the trails in the dust that others had taken through the dark before me.  Critters of every shape and size including my fellow man.

Since I was awake, I stirred the ashes in the pit and tossed on some branches and a log.  I made myself a cup of coffee.  Then I listened to the darkness for the sounds of others passing.  There were many scuffles of paw and hoof.  I hoped that I had not woken in vain as I waited for the dawn.

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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