Literature
The Company
"The Company" -by Megan A. Johnson copyright 2014
IV.
Woken from my slumber, half-in and half-out of dream...
warmly nestled against the roots of a great aged tree,
and wrapped snuggly in a cloak of dappled sunlight and
shadow...
Per chance, I heard a far-away tinkling, as though tiny silver
bells on the livery of miniature horses led in a procession...
soft thuds for minute foot-falls...the soft neighs and snorts
of burdened beasts, accompanied by mirthful laughter and
musical speech like a babbling brook, making it's hurried
way over smooth-worn pebbles and mossy rocks...
Laying still, barely a breath stirrin