a response to May’s #WonderFold prompt
Cold bronze judgement. Looking down from the height of trees and grey sky beyond. Sitting in his cathedral of branches and skyscrapers, moss greening his legs; the weight of silence cast. Solitary, he sees millions of people every day. Unseen, unheard, he eats the city days of dust and fumes.
© 2016 F. E. Clark
July’s #WonderFold prompt goes live 29 June 2016, with entries accepted through 21 July 2016. We hope to see a response from you next time:-)