Sunday, April 19, 2015

The dit diddy datts of night's cool rains ...

The dit diddy datts of night's cool rains have only just begun to create their jazzy improvisations ... in sky lights streaking shaft hot tongues towards iron and copper Earth golems ... afternoon was blessed warm and the Sun met the lake with joyous play ... it was the eagles' first sighting of Floating Fox since the thaw of last winter's crystal coma ... his strength was apparent in both his ability to churn up the muddy bank and in the vibrancy of his colors ... he is now larger than any channel cat which dares swim in his school ... he is the master of these waters now ... they follow where he flows in reverence, not obedience ... the black of his koi legacy is far deeper ink than any of their native Mississippi ghost grey skins ... he is golden and marigold~orange with fire ... and to them, he must be surely be, the samurai fish come from legends told from the boat himself ...  Blue Ictalurus of the Small Waters ... he had witnessed such koi in the ancient spring pond ... from here his  father's fathers came... the old waters above the new born lake in which they all swam together now ... it was foretold one day an eagle would succeed in stealing Floating Fox from his spawn and spread ...  to this day not one mighty enough had come to bear a white head so fierce they could pierce the dragon scales of this other worldly warrior ... nor were they a match for him in mid air combat when the sharp talons of his whiskers stung them venomously ... and the beating of his mighty tail fins sent them into a downward spiraling  retreat ...
 #NaPoWriMo 12
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