Scampering in the dark forest
- Milo the Mischievous Red
- Mar 15
- 1 min read
Dark shadow streak in the forest, swift and silent.
The trees bend slightly, whispering of its passing.
Moonlight catches only glimpses, then swallows them whole. A presence unseen but felt, pressing against the night.
Footsteps dissolve into damp earth, leaving no trace.
Something watches, something moves, yet nothing lingers.
