Walking past sleeping houses at 3 am the silence of night reaches out to embrace me. Only my thoughts disturb my solitude as my feet take me further into the darkness. This is my world, my space and my time. My eyes look out towards the stars as my ears pick up the sound of an owl’s wings taking him back to his home. I wonder if his night beneath the stars was successful as mine.
fresh on the lips
the crimson sweetness lingers
from a vampire’s hunt
© JG Farmer 2014
Prompt: https://haibunthinking.wordpress.com/2014/12/23/haibun-thinking-december-23rd-2014/
Form: Haibun
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