The Watcher
I've been having fun going back through some of my old stories, and I'd forgotten all about this little snippet that I wrote about three years ago.
This is something completely different (in the best traditions of Monty Python), and I think it deserves another airing!
THE WATCHER
Genre: Gen
Rating: K+
Characters: Outsider POV
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them
The Winchesters don't usually have an audience for their salt and burns. But tonight someone's watching ...
xxxxx
Moonlight shimmers over his iridescent back like water over onyx;
and he watches.
As he's done his entire life.
In the twisted carcass of an ancient yew, he sits;
and watches over the cemetary.
Tiny, glimmering eyes; black as beetles.
He watches.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, two men came and opened the earth.
Dropped a spark into the ground;
smiled as flames reared up to meet them.
Acrid smoke tainted the air.
And then they left.
He didn't like them;
he still doesn't like them.
The crow quietly preens stinking ash out of his plumage;
and he watches.
xxxxx
end
This is something completely different (in the best traditions of Monty Python), and I think it deserves another airing!
THE WATCHER
Genre: Gen
Rating: K+
Characters: Outsider POV
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them
The Winchesters don't usually have an audience for their salt and burns. But tonight someone's watching ...
xxxxx
Moonlight shimmers over his iridescent back like water over onyx;
and he watches.
As he's done his entire life.
In the twisted carcass of an ancient yew, he sits;
and watches over the cemetary.
Tiny, glimmering eyes; black as beetles.
He watches.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, two men came and opened the earth.
Dropped a spark into the ground;
smiled as flames reared up to meet them.
Acrid smoke tainted the air.
And then they left.
He didn't like them;
he still doesn't like them.
The crow quietly preens stinking ash out of his plumage;
and he watches.
xxxxx
end