I took a walk in the deserted hours of the night and only the chirping
of the crickets kept company.
A light sprinkling rain tickled my skin.
It was a moonless night and I slinked along in the inky darkness like a thief.
I creeped around the wooded trail and soon an obsidian shadow darted across my path;
the ebony feline and I were both on the prowl.
He paused and turned to me and I stopped short. A moment of acknowledgement passed between us before he sprinted again.
When darkness falls, the world becomes a magical place – there is mystery and beauty and elegance in the dead of night.
I think I may be part witch.