My Star

My Star

My Star : I stand on the top of a very tall mesa.It is night time and so is very dark.There is a cool wind that touches my face.I cannot see below the mesa.I cannot see the edge of the cliffs. There is a lone star on the horizon…at least I think it is a star.It is...
Spectators

Spectators

Spectators : There is a river, deep and quickly flowing. The head and antlers of Elk breaks the surface and he is crying in fear with eyes bulging and scared. His nose pointing up toward the moon as River Otter swims next to him, frantically and unsuccessfully trying...
Author: Nate Long