Two Miles In

[Ernest]

Two Miles In

Sharp stars turn
framed by the treetops.
A wood mouse churns last years leaves;
the owl drops, and has a meal
for an owlet in her hands.

In the quiet morning
the dew, the heavy cold dew
covers everything.
I shiver in my dew wet jeans and shoes
through the meadow grass
to the stream.
The brook trout wait in the quiet narrow water.

[adam]

Not judging it but man I like it so far.

[Ernest]

Thanks, gentlemen, for the comments.

[mems]

Hey Ernest, another great story way to leave em dangling. Are you sure your middle name isn't hemmingway. Take care, Don.

[Ernest]

Ernest was my dad's name. No Hemingway, but there are storytellers in the family.

[FlyAnglerGirl]

You have a gift E. Can I have a bit of that gift and the GPS coordinates to Tick Pond?

[Ernest]

FlyAngler, I'll send you a PM with a link.

[Kennedy]

Hello there Ernest, I've just stumbled upon your masterpiece!
I loved it and am looking forward to the ending of the story!
Writing is amazing, I wish I could express my thoughts like that as well...

[Ernest]

Thanks, Kennedy, for the comment.
No masterpiece, but a work in progress. I don't remember who I stole this line from, but I do believe my best story is the next one I'm working on.

[Craigthor]

Great but the rest is missing.... Definitely need to order your book now. :)