Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The mantas continued in their overt display of aerobatic dynamics, and Lena was only too happy to oblige and encourage them. Sketches conformed, notes swiftly nestled over paper and parchment, and some amount of contentment, peaceful bliss rang through her shoulders and arms; enough to warrant the doldrums away for the sheer beauty and serenity of the instances. Sea air and animals – tranquility at its finest with the shape and roll of the tides.
A bark broke her out of her reverie though, and her head came up swiftly, turning to regard the wolf near her side. Unafraid and undaunted, given the multitude of creatures she dealt with on a normal basis, she tucked her knees upward, smiling as the young canine play-bowed. “Hello there,” she called, uncertain where the mischievous one had come from, and far too distracted to look beyond – immediately fishing in her pockets for some leftover treats. She tossed one, merely to see what reaction it would garner.
A bark broke her out of her reverie though, and her head came up swiftly, turning to regard the wolf near her side. Unafraid and undaunted, given the multitude of creatures she dealt with on a normal basis, she tucked her knees upward, smiling as the young canine play-bowed. “Hello there,” she called, uncertain where the mischievous one had come from, and far too distracted to look beyond – immediately fishing in her pockets for some leftover treats. She tossed one, merely to see what reaction it would garner.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
