Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Just before dawn was one of her favorite times – the peek and glimpse of bright colors dazzling over the horizon – and much work to be done. A day ahead of her, in between enclosures and pens, treats and bandages, soothing tones and humble visitors. Lena expected much the same this morning; to repeat and hum in her routine, while wide proportions of their world slept on, snug in the chill of winter.
But lined with her mittens and jacket, wooly hat and bag, the youth traipsed about, warmed by the activities and movements already presided about beneath the horizon of familiar stars. Basket in hand, she came around the corner of the Halo provisions with everything the dear ursur needed – some medicine, treats, and favored meat. Ordinarily she’d permit the massive creature to hunt on its own, but it didn’t seem well enough yet.
Rounding the corner though, she didn’t expect another soul to be there – and did a quick intake of breath, polishing it off in a wide plume of joviality. “Oh, hello!” A hearty wave followed suit, noting the unfamiliar man’s notebook jutting out of his pocket, eyes shifting to her own notations somewhere in her basket. “I don’t usually see anyone around this early.” Head tilting vaguely as her hands began their ritual of unlocking the enclosure to gain access, she pondered and greeted just the same. “I’m Lena. What brings you to the Celestine at this time of day?”
But lined with her mittens and jacket, wooly hat and bag, the youth traipsed about, warmed by the activities and movements already presided about beneath the horizon of familiar stars. Basket in hand, she came around the corner of the Halo provisions with everything the dear ursur needed – some medicine, treats, and favored meat. Ordinarily she’d permit the massive creature to hunt on its own, but it didn’t seem well enough yet.
Rounding the corner though, she didn’t expect another soul to be there – and did a quick intake of breath, polishing it off in a wide plume of joviality. “Oh, hello!” A hearty wave followed suit, noting the unfamiliar man’s notebook jutting out of his pocket, eyes shifting to her own notations somewhere in her basket. “I don’t usually see anyone around this early.” Head tilting vaguely as her hands began their ritual of unlocking the enclosure to gain access, she pondered and greeted just the same. “I’m Lena. What brings you to the Celestine at this time of day?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
