goldenlangur Posted November 17, 2011 Share Posted November 17, 2011 It is out tonight. The hound lowers its head and drools in wait for a passer-by. Threading through the bamboo the moon stipples its taut back, silvers the hackles of hair and pools its watching eyes. Across the field a car door clanks, bangs, an empty bottle skittles down the stones. Footsteps cross the road to the edge of the grove. The hound sniffs a whiff of tobacco smoke. It paws the ground and whips its tail to and fro. A red hat and mouth tinged blue in the wan light steps out of the shadows, holds out a bejewelled hand. The hound whimpers and licks. Together they climb into the moon. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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