The Fog

Posted by Drew Martin on March 14, 2016April 29, 2016

The fog sneaks in like a well-trained assassin. You don’t hear it. You don’t see it. That is, until it wants you to do so. Then it’s too late. Slowly creeping in as a cat about to pounce on a mouse. Spreading out across the earth before settling into a thick cloud. What does it conceal? What’s hiding out there, awaiting the chance to be the cat? A better question crosses the mind. Who or what is the mouse? Is it you? Is it me? If we aren’t the hunter does that make us the hunted? The moon has sought refuge and hidden her children the stars away. Even the celestial bodies are afraid on this night. Though they sit high above, they have no idea what lurks beneath this sea of smoke. Hidden within, concealed for their own benefit. What monsters of the mist lie low in the fields? Is it the reincarnation of Grendel? Where is the great hero to defeat this force and vanquish the evil? Beowulf has long departed.