Thinking about the unthinkable
The eagle nests on the tallest tree
By the side of a very deep well
Within is the community of frogs.
The well io deep that the frogs have never been out
As the sun sets and the darkness rushes into the well, the little ones in the community crowd around the nanny frog pestering her for stories. May be she will repeat one of those stories, yet it is still very comforting at the time when the shades of grey drives out th world of light darkness takes over.
Darkness is yet to take over the tree tops. It is very rare that it happens, once in a while when the sky is completely clouded and stars are invisible.
At times the eagle listens to the familiar stories. Over the years of its immortal life, it has heard them many times over, many versions of the same stories over many generations. There is nothing new about the stories other than it is almost a ritual that disturbs it in some way.
It is another day....
