The Midnight Growl

As I watch the shimmering sun fade to peachy pink, orange, red. 

I realise I should glide back to shore.

As I arise from the china blue sea

I waddle slowly but softly, like a cloud billowing in the wind.

I notice my house is gone.

I must spend the night in the tall grass.

A mighty growling dog, far or near, makes me feel that I should hide, I hear. 

In the midnight moon, colours I see are blue and white but also brown…

                                            THE DOG!

Bark, rustle and screech.

Help, all I need is help.

A few minutes later I come out of my hiding spot

To see what happened. I stare

At the tragedy that occurred as the wind blew. 

                                                SILENCE.

As I shed my first tear of depression, the first glimpse of sunshine.

So, splashing in the cool water I zoomed.

I waddle back to shore, a small hut waiting for me .