I Wish I May

I’m lying on the grass, Rudy curled up beside me. Occasionally he’ll stand up and wander around, snuffling at bugs or whatever.

It’s not a clear night, but the sky isn’t black, either. Clouds trickle across a big white moon, and all I can see are shapes. Above me a face forms, grimacing awfully. I go cold with dread, the mouth opens and a booming voice, deeper than the movement of the earth, rocks through me. Only not really.

There’s a twinkling in one of the eyes, and I say to Rudy, “Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight…”


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