November 18th 4:30 am 2001

Shooting Stars

The fallen leaves provided a soft cover over the unyielding ground.

Crunching softly as I lay down beneath the sky.

A Shadow came and laid his body against me for warmth, purring.

They came one by one.

Streaking. First left then right then all around.

I counted as the time elapsed. 55, 56

Each time I felt it was time to go inside another came.

Each one counted a year added to my life.

I counted 100.

My hands were numb with cold.

My friend stirred.

It was enough. 100.

Michael Sutton (aka Starkin)