Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
It was a fortunate thing that Lena hadn’t heard the threats layered upon her companion, because for the days she’d been having, those particular sentiments might have caused her to implode. Instead, she trailed after the snowball with graceful, long-limbed ease, with a dose of the frenetic panic settling in.
By the time she reached the beast, it had puffed itself up to three times its size, screaming at the top of its lungs. “Sorry!” She yelled immediately, snagging at the leash trailing from its collar. “Yes,” she winced, because they’d been working on this for so long and gods – she ensured the string was tight in her grasp before yanking Mittens back. It puffed and huffed and ceased the dramatic tantrum, long enough to blow a raspberry at the captain. “So sorry, again.” From there, she started a visible retreat, keeping the snowball close at hand while it gave a mulish glance back at the shiny baubles.
By the time she reached the beast, it had puffed itself up to three times its size, screaming at the top of its lungs. “Sorry!” She yelled immediately, snagging at the leash trailing from its collar. “Yes,” she winced, because they’d been working on this for so long and gods – she ensured the string was tight in her grasp before yanking Mittens back. It puffed and huffed and ceased the dramatic tantrum, long enough to blow a raspberry at the captain. “So sorry, again.” From there, she started a visible retreat, keeping the snowball close at hand while it gave a mulish glance back at the shiny baubles.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
