when the world was new
and the sky was still
a thing of darkness
the animals strove to
fill it up with light
the lion
climbed the highest tree
filling the air with
the thunder of his roar
he became the sun
the fox
curled into a circle
near a lake where
her reflection blurred
and she became the moon
while the cat and the snake
argued over who would accompany
the fox in her nightly journeys
they did not see the finch
pluck hair from the lion’s mane
from the fox’s tail
and scatter them
through the darkness
Words and Feathers 
Lovely. Like some prehistoric creation myth or a fairytale a grandmother would tell her grandchildren….:)
Thank you. It felt a bit like that to me too. 🙂
This was an amazing piece to read as I feel the light of the starts outside.
Thanks! I’m really glad you enjoyed it.
I have a feeling I am going to enjoy reading your work.
I hope so. A lot of my recent stuff has been pretty dark, but feel free to check out the archive.
Dark is good, it carries a certain light
…but this one is full of light! (K)
🌞
Wow!
I really enjoyed this post!
Check out my blog when you get the chance to 😃
Thanks! I’ll definitely head over.
Beautiful! I can hear your tale told throughout the years — an oral lore. There’s also a moral lesson which was a nice touch.
Thank you! 😍
Beautiful, an old tale told by a fire light.