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A Bark-resting Moth, Singapore
The Sphinx, Recorded By Edgar-Allan-Poe-Not -
I don’t know what it is about the dimly lit forest that brings me back, time and time again. Maybe I’m wedded to the thrill of toppling over accidental astonishments. On a late Sunday afternoon, I felt the presence of a shadowy stalker in the darkest regions of the woods. We both seem to be on the same path heading to the same destination. Why is that? Pretending that I’m unaware, I slinked one foot briskly ahead of the other and tested by walking in circles instead of straight lines. The unwanted company followed suit and halted whenever I paused. This instant, my sixth sense confirms someone or something is trailing my shoeprints. Catching my breath beneath the low branches where tall grass grows, the soft flutter of wings get bigger. An entity definitely was in the background flitting from tree to tree. It wasn’t a copter drone sent by the National Security Agency for sure. If the lurker chased a wee bit harder I would be within reach. Frozen in fright, my legs were pushed to take flight. I run, run and run. As with any nightmare, you sprint but never speed an inch from where you stand. Disastrously, my pursuer so close finally overtook and reined right in front. In a state of panic, my fingers fumbled to click the camera’s skylight to kill whatever is before me. Eeeek! In the first second, my lenses directly perceived a hideous imp with acute panda ears. The face without eyes let fly a baleful glare that dared me to return his stare. Its devilish grin was so wide, I could be wolfed down alive. In an old voice cruel and flat, he mouthed a monotonous mock, “Monsters don’t live under the bed but inside your head. Cat…! Cat…! Cat…!” Coming next, my pumping heart shudders at the subject caught… oh, I was just viewing a secretive moth with cryptic markings inked on Pepsi-Cola wings!
A Bark-resting Moth, Singapore
The Sphinx, Recorded By Edgar-Allan-Poe-Not -
I don’t know what it is about the dimly lit forest that brings me back, time and time again. Maybe I’m wedded to the thrill of toppling over accidental astonishments. On a late Sunday afternoon, I felt the presence of a shadowy stalker in the darkest regions of the woods. We both seem to be on the same path heading to the same destination. Why is that? Pretending that I’m unaware, I slinked one foot briskly ahead of the other and tested by walking in circles instead of straight lines. The unwanted company followed suit and halted whenever I paused. This instant, my sixth sense confirms someone or something is trailing my shoeprints. Catching my breath beneath the low branches where tall grass grows, the soft flutter of wings get bigger. An entity definitely was in the background flitting from tree to tree. It wasn’t a copter drone sent by the National Security Agency for sure. If the lurker chased a wee bit harder I would be within reach. Frozen in fright, my legs were pushed to take flight. I run, run and run. As with any nightmare, you sprint but never speed an inch from where you stand. Disastrously, my pursuer so close finally overtook and reined right in front. In a state of panic, my fingers fumbled to click the camera’s skylight to kill whatever is before me. Eeeek! In the first second, my lenses directly perceived a hideous imp with acute panda ears. The face without eyes let fly a baleful glare that dared me to return his stare. Its devilish grin was so wide, I could be wolfed down alive. In an old voice cruel and flat, he mouthed a monotonous mock, “Monsters don’t live under the bed but inside your head. Cat…! Cat…! Cat…!” Coming next, my pumping heart shudders at the subject caught… oh, I was just viewing a secretive moth with cryptic markings inked on Pepsi-Cola wings!