The Moon's Walk

When the moon isn't up in the sky where does it go? Where does it wonder? where does it rest?

       The airs was crisp and clean just like a cooked apple pie on a summer's day. Just blooming Cherry trees rested along an old and worn gravel path. The roughness of the gravel showed that no one traveled the road much anymore, and the weeds seem pleased to appear in the cracks that were now giving way. All seemed calm and quiet as the wind blew a cooling breeze through the trees and past the weed infested gravel. Through the smallest of the cherry trees a wolf could be seen stumbling alone the path like an old drunken sailor. The wolf stumbled and fell head first on a patch of weeds that made their home together in the gravel. "Stupid brother," the wolf muttered in her native language as she gave a glance to the weeds she had just fallen on, "making me destroy the home of these wonderful weeds." The wolf slowly managed to stand back up, shaking all the way up. Now standing over the weeds she fell on, she looked down at them and gave a sad stare. "I'm sorry for messing up your home; please do not be angry with me," she whispered to them. The weeds did nothing in return expect moved when the wind breezed past them again. The wolf smiled, as if the weeds just told her they accepted her apology. "Why thank you, fair plants. Now I must being going, so little time I have to sleep now during these days." The wolf gave a light gesture and continued on her way, now walking much more normally.

         Her fur seemed to glow a blinding white, now a little dirty from the fall earlier, just like the moon at night. Her eyes were a brilliant yellow, a yellow great enough to match the stars' light during the night. Around her eyes a strange symbol rested on her fur. A spiked inward curve covered over the front part of her eyes, with three small spikes on each side heading towards her eyes and one longer one heading away from her left eye. Along the back a small curve rested about the length of her eyes itself and right below a small tiny dot. The whole design was as black as the night with no moon but also as blue as the night sky when the moon shined brightly.

         She continued along the gravel path while the trees slowly disappeared along with the weeds. An opening emerged suddenly around the path and the wolf stopped somewhere in the middle of the opening. "This is good enough," she muttered to herself as she walked off the gravel path and fell into the tall grass around. The grass was as green as green could be, and appeared as if no life ever has touch it. The wolf stayed in the grass and closed her eyes, slowly drifting off in sleep. Suddenly she bolted up and looked around the area as if some had just appeared behind her. "Don't do that to me Nakia," She said to the grass around her. "It's not very nice to sneak up on people." No one said anything back but when the wind breezed by for the third time, it seemed as anything that was a plant nearby was laughing. "Nakia, what did you come here for, you never come to me unless you have something important to say. It is my brother you should be appointing to, you are sun aligned after all." The wolf said down to the grass around her, and slowly turned her attention on one blade of grass.

"It is about you brother, madam," The blade of grass seemed to speak back to her. "He is having some trouble and I was wondering if you could aid him." The wolf sat and stared at the blade of grass without saying a word, her eyes that seemed so calm and peaceful now had a commanding glare to them. "I understand madam, I'll take my leave now," the blade of grass finally muttered. The wolf said nothing but looked towards the cherry trees and saw a small wolf running away. 

         She sat in the grass alone now, with no wind blowing by, no laughs coming from the grass, not another creature in sight. A single tear feel down from her left eyes as she looked to the bright and shining sun. "You are giving off such light though you are suffering, nice one. If only I could help you my dear brother," She spoke as she fell into the grass again and fell asleep until her time to rise up in the sky and brighten the night.

Author's Note

A short little story i wrote with the idea that the sun, moon, plants, etc. were animals that guarded over the land. I drew art (bad art but still art) on the sun and moon before i wrote this short story.