Midnight in my Eternal Forest

Here I lay still and breathless. Just like always alone in the cool summer air. Staring blankly up to take in the pale moons glare. Feel the soft moss beneath my heavy head and the bugs that crawl beneath me. Taste the rain as it falls lightly on these bittersweet nights after the sun has retreated below the mountains and the horizon. Listen to the music of the night and the forest. Music I am so bored of hearing these days. Pull out a straw of grass and chew on it, cause there’s nothing else to do. All the simple creatures of the forest have taken shelter from the night and the rain fall, leaving me alone with the moon and her tears. I ask my self inaudibly “what is the fair Whren to do tonight but sigh at the dull state of his own perception.”

I stretch my arms out to feel the sensations of the moss brushing against my flesh. I finally take a breath at the expected pleasant stimuli. I let the warm summer staleness fill my lungs. Hold it. Hold it. Sigh. I ask my self again inaudibly, “what good is being a whimsical creature such as me with nothing to do?” I look up to the soft moon glow once again with that last realization. I almost shiver with glee when I realize that mother Luna is casting her glare elsewhere as if to let me know that this could all change shortly.

I slowly yawn and pick up my lethargic body. What’s the use of bolting right up when Luna is probably just playing with me. At least it’s a game to play I tell myself as I cover up my nudity. After all this forest and good ole Whren may have some company this night” I say to myself as I grin slightly. I steady myself, pause, and take a careful gaze about just to get my bearings right. I think to myself “what way shall I go now?” lick the tip of my finger and raise it to the wind. Lift up my nose and sniff the air hopeful of catching a scent.

Oh yes! There is a scent, its faint but its here. I smack my lips and wipe my tongue across them.

Tis’ a sweet taste me thinks. Maybe a touch musky as well. I raise my head up to Luna and wink my thanks one last time before I head off in the direction of the scent. I wonder if she realizes that she is not alone in the forest this night.