Fragment of a ballad

[summer_jackel]

Where were you last night, she asked?
Where did you go?
Your coat is wild and full of leaves,
as though you had been dancing in the dark cold night;
your eyes are pale and sad
and your paws are muddy.

Comments

[stoda.livejournal.com]

Not all dancing done beneath the stars and clouds is happy.

But it is necessary.

[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

And sometimes beautiful anyway, it's true.

Glad you liked this one. It came straight out of my half-asleep brain with very little filtering; I am a little perplexed with it, and somewhat pleased.