Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Alas, laughter hadn’t been Mittens’ intention, and the little thing’s stony fixtures became a seething glower, makeshift brows purposefully becoming darker and bolder. Lena glanced its way with a fixed frown of her own, eternally wondering over her companion’s bizarre bitterness.
Thereafter though, she was distracted by Noah’s declarations. Most plants had their usefulness – some were simply suitable to be eaten, others with medicinal proportions, deadly portions, or notions of things in between. “Ah,” she began to state, a serene smile on her features. “But this is Sweetgrass, I believe, which is very lovely to have in any of your baked goods.” And therefore, not lacking any purpose.
Thereafter though, she was distracted by Noah’s declarations. Most plants had their usefulness – some were simply suitable to be eaten, others with medicinal proportions, deadly portions, or notions of things in between. “Ah,” she began to state, a serene smile on her features. “But this is Sweetgrass, I believe, which is very lovely to have in any of your baked goods.” And therefore, not lacking any purpose.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
