Lena
let me wander
with the ones
with the ones
Her gaze flickered to his knuckles and fingers briefly by way of mentioning the cold. Had she held her basket, there would’ve been an entire assortment of gloves for him to pick and choose from. But they hadn’t been prepared for this strange onslaught of still clinging, icy conditions, and so she pondered while she dug, wondering how there could be some warmth to be found in a world that should’ve held it just the same.
But then they were digging and searching, and her ears picked up the tiniest of fragmented movements, until finally –
She reached down into the makeshift hole, muzzle and snout extended, teeth hovering lightly, gingerly, gently -
Over a tiny, baby blink hare, and dropping it unceremoniously in the boy’s hands.
It too shivered, the notions of its namesake barely enacted – perhaps too fresh, too new, eyes barely open.
But then they were digging and searching, and her ears picked up the tiniest of fragmented movements, until finally –
She reached down into the makeshift hole, muzzle and snout extended, teeth hovering lightly, gingerly, gently -
Over a tiny, baby blink hare, and dropping it unceremoniously in the boy’s hands.
It too shivered, the notions of its namesake barely enacted – perhaps too fresh, too new, eyes barely open.
who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise
and tethered to promise
