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Greetings members and visitors. The whitish owl returns briefly after a mandatory absence. Here are a few lines which are strictly, neither poetry nor prose. A wee tale:-

In the wilderness did they sojourn long; till parched by heat and light, assaulted by storms of time they came to embrace the welcome dark, retreating to the deepest caverns of consciousness.
Adaption and evolution wrought these cave dwellers into creatures of comfort and anaesthesia.
Conditioned to an existence of familiarity and gloom; eyes atrophied and hearing muffled to limit the pain of perception. The moles of miskey tunnelled relentlessly and repeatedly trod the pathways of the known.
Adhering to stories of the past; identifying with shadows and illusions as a paradigm for the real.
But within the memories of myth they recalled the crack where the light came in.
The light that seared the cornea.
The sound that shattered the tympanum.
The truth that left a kernel in the morass of guile.
And midst the nightmares- a dream recalled- of paradise.
A realm of truth where guilt is banished and life is a lust for new adventure.
In the company of shadows, the sorry mole yearns for a new road.
But painful is the light of realisation.
Thunderous is the hum of the real world.
Awesome is the extent of the universe.
Can mole emerge from the cavern?
Is the yearning strong enough?

Regards, Witty Owl.

Well, it's certainly cast a shadow of guilt over me for being so aggravated with their above-ground, inverted furrows, evidence of their tunneling . Poor babies. Is the described process of their evolutionary development real, or your poetic license? I enjoyed reading this, but now I'm going to skulk away in guilt.

What it isn't, by the way, really required no explanation. This isn't titled the Member's Prose Section, and there is no poetry here, so it really had not choice, but to be neither .

Wonderful to see you, Witty Owl .

Good to hear from you again, Owl. An excellent piece!!!!
Georges

Nice one !! A little too word-heavy perhaps (for my taste) but nevertheless a solid idea sustains the interest.

I like that!!

To all who have responded here, thanks for the comments to indicate the writing is to your liking.
However the intention was to initiate some discussion on the ideas presented in the lines. Please feel free to engage .

Regards, Owl in thought.

Anyone interested in this line of thought should read "Duncton Wood"
by William Horwood.

Bo