by Anna Sujatha Mathai / March 19th, 2017 Was there a moon?Maybe not.Or just a sliver.Enough to guide usAs we crept along the ground.Animals. Predators.Our muscles taut withThe intensity of our focus.Almost bent to the ground,Tripping on shrubs and stonesWe crawled along,Getting closer to our prey.We could almost smellthe blood of strangersPowerfully drawing us on.A … Continue reading A Midsummer Night’s Black Dream