Blackness

The cat was meowing to the wind, its tail swaying slowly as the leafs in the trees did, the bird was already sleeping inside the box they called home or refuge. It was the usual, the bird going to rest first because its energy was lower than the cat's.

Thinking it was a melody what the cat was singing to the air, it continued while ignoring the blackness attached to its bones. It was always there, persistently clinging to it, no matter how much it tried to break or chewed it off, the black was there.

It had tried distracting itself with its talks whereas be with the wind, the bird or no one. It tried to embrace and play with it. But nothing was enough.

The cat was tired, even if the night had just began. Seeing the bird lost in the darkness, after in the morning it was flying nonstop, looking well, not it had fallen for it. Why not fall too?

Curling inside the box, the cat surrounded the bird, and at the same time, the darkness clutched in all its bones. It felt like a blanket falling over the cat, however, instead of give it warm, it gave it cold. Nothing could be done, not that day at least. So the cat slept through the night, through the darkness, hoping it was over soon.