Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She took a few more moments to watch the creature, studying the angles of its wings, the hues of its plumage, before rummaging for more pencils and charcoal. Settling upon the nearest stump, quiet and unassuming, Lena bowed her head over the parchment, her eyes going back and forth for an instant, before attention bordered upon both the bird and the paper.
When she found the appropriate colors, she used them to blend into the outline of the picture, rubbing a few of the bolder hues into one another so they mimicked the live animal. A little hum began under her breath, also habitual and unconcerned, not bothering with watching the doll’s eyes or the child’s. “I care for the animals in the Celestine. I need to know how they behave, how they act, in order to best tend to their needs.”
When she found the appropriate colors, she used them to blend into the outline of the picture, rubbing a few of the bolder hues into one another so they mimicked the live animal. A little hum began under her breath, also habitual and unconcerned, not bothering with watching the doll’s eyes or the child’s. “I care for the animals in the Celestine. I need to know how they behave, how they act, in order to best tend to their needs.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
