Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Brief meetings and intervals; Lena would be content with whatever the world supplied. She smiled, encouraged by the notions of traveling and traversing; maybe once things at home settled down into a semblance of more than rubble, ruin, and pain. “I will try,” she promised with a radiant bout of conviction, the grin reaching her eyes.
And then the lull was gone, the wolf demanding its bondeds’ movements, and the rest of the realm continuing onward. “Likewise. Have a splendid rest of your day.” And with a wave, and maybe another toss of a treat towards Lilly’s wake, the Caretaker returned to her notes, drawings, and writings, satisfied that she’d passed on some noteworthy knowledge and gained some in return.
{FIN}
And then the lull was gone, the wolf demanding its bondeds’ movements, and the rest of the realm continuing onward. “Likewise. Have a splendid rest of your day.” And with a wave, and maybe another toss of a treat towards Lilly’s wake, the Caretaker returned to her notes, drawings, and writings, satisfied that she’d passed on some noteworthy knowledge and gained some in return.
{FIN}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
