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Previous: Khekt trotted between stores and across streets with a giddy spring in her step. A bit of light lingered in the sky- enough that humans still walked outside their dens, but too little for them to travel without the fire they carried in cages. She felt like a mischievous child for daring to go out so early. Her ear twitched in the direction of footsteps. She squirmed beneath bushes which grew in unnatural, perfect rows along the cobblestone path. The male human walked past, oblivious. Khekt marveled at their inability to smell. It seemed almost cruel for a race to be not only blind for half the time but noseless as well. Taak insisted humans made up for it with the incredible detail they saw in daylight and their vicious cleverness. Poor Taak. Thoughts of him had been distracting her lately while she foraged. It was incredible someone so kind was raised by the same predators that killed her father and his mother. She still wasn’t sure what to expect from this

Fallen petals are nature’s confetti The wilted remnants of summer celebration Stiff stems blackened by the sun Are the used wicks of fireworks The colors that blazed and inspired awe Have long faded now As the nights grow longer