Long Walk
4:30am
Roughly four hours of sleep and it is 29 degrees outside.
As I begin my long walk, the chill cracks open memories of a much colder place.
I pace my march with the broken lines in the frosted gray ground.
Something pulls my gaze towards the street.
There it lies, its head and paws stretched out, as if sleeping
its lower half, gone, replaced by two feet of tangled entrails.
Its white collar reflects the street lamp above.
I imagine Bast, the Egyptian Cat Goddess, faintly forming.
She is amazing in her sleek beauty and suppressed rage.
I am not allowed to leave, there must be a witness to this rite.
She devours the exposed remains,
then gently cleans the face of her ward.
She circles three times the lost one, the looks at me again.
She is suddenly lit up with light that grows brighter.
When the car passes, she and her Child are gone.
Free to leave, I start my long walk, and move on.
[tags] fiction, journal, mythology [/tags]
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