an almost invisible wraith...tremulous in its mannerisms...walks gently around a newly filled grave...tentative and brief in its movements...barely touching the ground with each step...its existence unknown to its dead compatriot...not deaded yet, it thinks…but soon to be deaded for sure...continuation impossible without constant companionship...
it floats around for a bit before nestling close to the headstone…its head rests upon it...an ephemeral, diaphanous cloak of nothing...waiting for a signal...an indicator of its next move...none come forth...not from the grave...not from the heavens...not the grass...the ground...the freshly turned mud...
around midnight…under a full moon…it awakens…startled by a nuzzling snout with a beastly cold nose…not deaded yet, it thinks again…the animal’s mouth utters a monstrous noise…ahh, it thinks…a fox…and the small creature begins to dig…driven perhaps by an ungodly odor coming from the grave…soon a trough appears under its paws…an air hole of sorts…a conduit between life and death…a pressure valve against unrelenting eternity…
the fox prances aside and sits…cleans its paws, face and belly…its eyes all-seeing…as a peculiar wisp emerges from the vent in the earth…ephemeral and tremulous it sets a foot on the ground…gets its bearings…takes in the lay of the land…not deaded yet, it thinks…somewhat vexed at the jinx behind its predicament…but pleased at its release…now no longer bound up…
a gentle breeze begins…ruffles the fox’s fluffy tail…blows the wisp against the headstone…into the arms of the waiting wraith…they blend to archaic perfection…ready to resume an ancient journey…but the fox swallows them…sounds out a dreadful cry…and saunters away from the open grave…
©kcasady2014
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