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…”