Gods Bellow
Published by Morgan Brown
1st Edition, Distributed by Posts of Partridge
Copyright 2015 Morgan Brown
1st Edition, License Notes
Thank you for reading. This writing is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This writing remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes. If you enjoyed this writing, please share with your friends. Thank you for your support and respecting the hard work of this author.
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Gargantuan clouds moved across the sky migrating slowly solemnly with infinite displays of charming ever so slow eruptions.
Beneath the underbelly of one of these clouds a speck of a hawk hovers watching the earth way down below. Far north mountains line the horizon, rocky and grass laden plains roll away to the south, stretching from the West to the East is an expanse of forest its canopy dappled in shades of dark green forever hiding its lofty heights.
The hawk passes it’s gaze over a mass grouping of mountains completely surrounded by the forest their landscape strewn with ruins of rock, their fringes combed by the forest. The mountains are covered in weather worn cliffs, crevices, winding ledges, dead ends and dark pockets of which mostly all is passed by a winding maze of animal trails either above, below or dangerously in-between. Offspring of the forest clings where it can to the mountainous terrain: stout thickets, rough tufts of grass, contorted pines, and adventurous daisies. This environment thawing an endemic microcosm of fat little lazy lizards, moths migrating from shrub to shrub to spiders nest in stone concave. Obliviously adrift a warm breeze specks of seemingly busy bugs cluster in a bubble formation with flight paths of one eyed sparrows, one choosing to fly above it all slowly departs on an off shoot gust.
This setting of an ebbing ocean of tree tops and sun-bathed, wind-carved and ruptured rock now begins to dim. The skies dying with bold oranges, pinks and a swathe of gold as the sun sinks further behind the mountains casting their shadow over all but the beyond where light shone ever brighter. The once blue sky had now emulsified and like summer rain drops upon a pools surface stars unceremoniously began to appear.
The hawk’s eyes jerked and taking on the wait of stone it plummeted. Swooping above the forest canopy, gliding amongst tree tops cutting through a chill wind to follow a hunt. Flying above a creature running in dread the hawk caught glimpses where it could and where it could not followed the noise of it.
...[to be continued]
Published by Morgan Brown
1st Edition, Distributed by Posts of Partridge
Copyright 2015 Morgan Brown
1st Edition, License Notes
Thank you for reading. This writing is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This writing remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes. If you enjoyed this writing, please share with your friends. Thank you for your support and respecting the hard work of this author.
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Gargantuan clouds moved across the sky migrating slowly solemnly with infinite displays of charming ever so slow eruptions.
Beneath the underbelly of one of these clouds a speck of a hawk hovers watching the earth way down below. Far north mountains line the horizon, rocky and grass laden plains roll away to the south, stretching from the West to the East is an expanse of forest its canopy dappled in shades of dark green forever hiding its lofty heights.
The hawk passes it’s gaze over a mass grouping of mountains completely surrounded by the forest their landscape strewn with ruins of rock, their fringes combed by the forest. The mountains are covered in weather worn cliffs, crevices, winding ledges, dead ends and dark pockets of which mostly all is passed by a winding maze of animal trails either above, below or dangerously in-between. Offspring of the forest clings where it can to the mountainous terrain: stout thickets, rough tufts of grass, contorted pines, and adventurous daisies. This environment thawing an endemic microcosm of fat little lazy lizards, moths migrating from shrub to shrub to spiders nest in stone concave. Obliviously adrift a warm breeze specks of seemingly busy bugs cluster in a bubble formation with flight paths of one eyed sparrows, one choosing to fly above it all slowly departs on an off shoot gust.
This setting of an ebbing ocean of tree tops and sun-bathed, wind-carved and ruptured rock now begins to dim. The skies dying with bold oranges, pinks and a swathe of gold as the sun sinks further behind the mountains casting their shadow over all but the beyond where light shone ever brighter. The once blue sky had now emulsified and like summer rain drops upon a pools surface stars unceremoniously began to appear.
The hawk’s eyes jerked and taking on the wait of stone it plummeted. Swooping above the forest canopy, gliding amongst tree tops cutting through a chill wind to follow a hunt. Flying above a creature running in dread the hawk caught glimpses where it could and where it could not followed the noise of it.
...[to be continued]