Out on the open field where mice and hedgehogs stay, four children are playing hide and seek whilst others sleep away. Darting in and out of shadows, stifling giggles and snorts, they watch for movement and quickly scuttle to the next place before they get caught.
Some children prefer to watch television, or play on their PS4s. Not mine, oh no, they prefer the dark where only the moon glows.
“Tell their father.” some might say, “He’ll take better control.”
Alas, he is the one hunting his little ones, sending them running into the unknown. Foxes run back into their holes; pigeons shuffle their feathers to block out the laughter; teenagers sitting quietly on the bench watch the craziness they are after. Unfortunately, their own parents are at home, not hunting children in the park. Sitting there, on their phones – it’s not quite the same as searching for Pokemon after dark.
There’s nowhere to hide that is safe – their faithful dog is always at bay. His panting as loud as a lark, showing the hunter the way. As we sprint this way and that, carefully avoiding the cats, we find another place to hide; under the hedgerow close to the slide. Chests heaving with hearts thumping, the children disperse, forgetting bites and grazes which we’ll later nurse, once our game ends for this night; once the clouds claim the moonlight.
Time is up, everyone is found. Someone says, “Heel!” to the hound. Black and white cats draw near, once they see his lead on and it’s clear. We all head back through the grass; a slight dented pathway we must pass. Then on down the lane to our house; that’s four children, four cats, a dog and probably a mouse!
Now who could possibly wish for more – a house with an open green next door? So, if by chance you hear a noise and see six figures frolicking in a haze – that might be my family playing there.
Come and join us, if you dare!
Posted in Life of Henry, Weekly Trail
Tagged adventure, blogging, blogs, cats, children, danger, dark, dog, excitement, family, friendship, fun, games, holidays, moon, pets
The moon; she beckons with wanton abandon. Her glowing tresses weave their silken threads across the open field. Soft beams blend as her wondrous smile wanes on those fortunate enough to see her; fortunate enough to take the time to watch her dance. We stand there, admiring her finesse, mesmerized by the darkness draped behind her, sparkling with gems so beautiful it’s hard not to stare.
Peace envelopes our shivering bodies as she captures our attention again, flaunting her brightness. She knows just how beautiful she is and uses her assets to her advantage. Even the sleepy birds turn in their hidden alcoves to watch the show.
Time passes unnoticed as the sound of giggling imps and their loveable mutt chase each other under her watchful eye. They know that their time is limited and squeeze the fun out of every second they are allowed to play under her watchful eye.Soft serenades float through the air; we are not alone. Others have been drawn out from their comfortable homes to greet her, to watch her and admire her. She beckons to them as she calls to me: dance with me. Dance! Who can refuse such an invitation.
With flittering feet, I alight the stars trapped in her dark cloak and jig to the soft ethereal music of the night. She laughs at my sad attempts to emulate her beauty, forgiving my state of mad love in her presence. After all, when the moon beckons, no-one can refuse to dance.
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Posted in Poetry, Weekly Trail
Tagged blog, blogging, dance, life, love, lyrical, moon, poetry, romance, stars