Witness
She hugs the colorfully woven blanket but lets her bare shoulders out to feel the crispness and the sting of the air. She seems to see everything even with her eyes gently closed.
She is Witness to
the snowfall across a far-stretching field where leafless trees stand just as
crosses within the desolate cemetery.
And she listens to
Cardinal and Magpie as they perch and huddle in the thin finger-bone branches.
There to her left
stretches a tall fence with barbs twisting high across the top. It is here to
keep something or someone away from her … or maybe to keep her out?
She then sees the
imprint in the snow where someone has been laying. She wonders, "were they
once dead and now have risen and have walked far away?"
Her gaze follows the
footprints that create a new path out to where she sees a figure shimmering in
the distance.
Then from her
peripheral she catches two black cats watching her. They are witnesses to her
witnessing. She reaches to scratch their ears and they seem confused at why
this story is being told and at what it means.
She tells them in a
teaching tone, that this story is too broad to place within a bag made of
words.
This is my Journey
-- Owl
"Witness"
11"x14"
ink and colored pencil with digital manipulation
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