Today an angry God erased the world.
Each step my foot-fell sounded hollow and I created in small matters the world anew.
A shape sprang into form before my eyes and I christened it tree, soon joined by hedge, bush and magpies.
A narrow viewpoint cotton woolen thoughts the world hid from my senses.
I started from scratch, somewhere I heard feral kittens calling from the banks sound has no direction here.
Dew like a second skin coated my frame my teeth chattered in the gloom while squirrels threw chestnuts.
Soon creation was complete, I stood on the precipice and admired my work satisfied I basked in the morning sun.