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I saw god dancing among the leaves

one afternoon

led by two squirrels prancing in unison

like loyal pages to an autumnal Pan.

He twirled and swirled and the leaves fell like rain

softly

one by one

gently

not to disturb the dancing god.

There were tears in my eyes and a smile on my lips

as I watched him dance among the trees

in the golden clearing

by the old convent.

The trees stood guard

they circled the space like sentries

around a lit stage

on which he danced for me.

My steps were uneven

but I kept pace with the dancing god

behind the hedge.

Finally he rose among the trunks

the leaves stopped for a gasp

as he kept spinning higher and higher

and a delicate laughter came down to the ground

and I came to the end of the sidewalk.

©aother

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III.

The moonbeam was getting wider and wider and soon it became a sea of light and Dot was not sure if she should stop walking.

Shasha had jumped out of her arms and was slowly disappearing in the distance, leaving behind shiny gold paw-prints.

“Wait!” Dot shouted after her, but she was out of sight by then and Dot had no choice but to follow her trail.

As she skipped along, she forgot to look around her and was surprised to suddenly feel a tap on the shoulder.

At first she didn’t see anything, sensing only a gentle wave of air that seemed to embrace her.

The shimmering light was forming shapes in front of her, and slowly her eyes met other eyes and soon there were smiling faces too.

Children were stepping out of the light, one by one, and holding hands they formed a circle around Dot.

She giggled, spinning and clapping her hands.

The children were dressed in gold and they had transparent skin through which Dot could see clouds.

She looked at her own body and saw that she too was dressed in gold and appeared to be sitting on an invisible cloud.

For the first time, Dot wondered if she might be dreaming.

If I am dreaming, she thought to herself, then I can do anything I want, and just as she thought that, she became the cloud and drifted away.

She floated above the laughing children and the sea of light that was now turning into a real ocean.

“Shasha, where are you?” Dot didn’t want to fly alone anymore.

Soft purring told her everything was all right and Dot opened her eyes. The cat was curled next to her.

The moon was shining into the room, and on the carpet near the window she could see a tiny gold paw-print.

(to be continued)

©aother