Imagination

Pre down borealis that had flashed through the dark blue night sky had disappeared. A light at the ridge a few stray sunrays lit up the valley and the mist of mystery was slowly dissipating, in the clearing I saw a flock of wisents and a few red deer. The animals stood still as listening for a sign or a message of some kind. A twig of an oak broke it sounded like rifle shot but the beasts knew better and began grazing. Animals of the grassland had retreated man had taken over ploughing the fertile soil into fields of wheat. It was day now and pearls on leaves dried. When the mammals saw me they quickly, as shadows of the unseen, vanished into a landscape of dreams.