will you even notice
The heat of the sun tickled the top of Aster's head as he fluttered through the branches of trees. Shadows, figments of his memory, chased after him as he sped over and around curled branches and tree-trunks, imagining that his siblings were playing a grand game of tag with him.
Upon spotting a homey little cottage with its door open, he alighted upon a funky looking vine and scooted up it sideways, testing his little Green Hermit Hummingbird claws. He dismissed the floating shadows about him. Maybe there was someone real he could interact with!
He dared himself to float on over, hovering just beneath the doorframe of the open door, his beak opening and closing to taste the faint burning of the fire.
The woman hunched over by her table came into his focus, her image of splitting beauty, her demeanor like that of fallen grace. He noticed loneliness whenever he stumbled upon it, and so he dared move in closer.
Tracing the outline of the windowsill, Aster floated as deftly as a soap sud, and alighted upon a nearby shelf, resting upon the twiglike appendage of a potted plant. Just within the scope of this woman's peripheral view, should she look up from her rosehip tea.
Upon spotting a homey little cottage with its door open, he alighted upon a funky looking vine and scooted up it sideways, testing his little Green Hermit Hummingbird claws. He dismissed the floating shadows about him. Maybe there was someone real he could interact with!
He dared himself to float on over, hovering just beneath the doorframe of the open door, his beak opening and closing to taste the faint burning of the fire.
The woman hunched over by her table came into his focus, her image of splitting beauty, her demeanor like that of fallen grace. He noticed loneliness whenever he stumbled upon it, and so he dared move in closer.
Tracing the outline of the windowsill, Aster floated as deftly as a soap sud, and alighted upon a nearby shelf, resting upon the twiglike appendage of a potted plant. Just within the scope of this woman's peripheral view, should she look up from her rosehip tea.
when I'm not around?
Aster
