Silently running on the blacktop,
smell of gritty freshness of tar,
I am dreaming...
i feel a shift of energy in my abdomen,
and
my legs start to lift off the ground,
fingers turned in to feathers, my feet became claws of an owl.
through the night skies Silently,
I crept,
upon Landing my
feathers started to disapear and my body,
returned to normal.
LKCP2KXIII
