Illusion

A little bit of reality and a whole lot of "what was I eating to dream this?" mixed together. And I left out the part where the mighty hunter tripped and rolled down a bank, and Coco fell on top of me. The horse that was watching looked appalled.

Silent snowswept ridge

Seemingly empty
Save for a small dark figure
In shades of brown and green and blue
Stark against the landscape
Waiting
Watching a world encased
In perfect stillness
By her side sits
A large brown dog
Graying at the muzzle
But upright and alert still.

A sudden wind snatches
At the snow
Sending bright coruscation
To obscure the ridge in a
Shimmery cloud
The sky ripples for a moment
As the icy particles wave apart to give
Short glimpses
Of the pair on the ridge
And the figure leans on her spear
Worn skins and bright beadwork
Brushing wolverine hood back
From her face
As the crystals whirl ‘round
The wolf crouching at her feet
Eyes the wild woods
With deadly intent
A shadow stirs deep in the trees
And the pair darts forward
Skimming wild drifts in an
Uncivilized wilderness
The wolf releasing a long
Rushing howl
To mingle with her high fox-yip
As they give chase.

The wind dies
And the snow settles and shifts
Leaving only a laughing girl
And an aging dog
Dashing along a sparkling ridge
Skirmishing and barking
And giving the high call of a fox
Unaware
Of the solitary wolf and hunter
Waiting
Watching from the shivery swirls
Of ice
That dance in their wake