Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She could feel the twisting and turning of emotions, and swallowed down her own measures of grief. No need to add to it. No need to flicker in and out of those weighted notions. Instead, she worked, pulling and tugging, until the last portions slipped away, and he’d be liberated from the multiple situations. There you are!
The Caretaker hopped back, nodding along in a head-bobbing, bird fashion. You are free to go! Do be careful next time though! Had she been capable of a wink in this form, she would’ve extended it, but instead it’s just the bout of cheekiness, the measures of a kind countenance when sometimes that’s all one could offer.
From there, her wings unfurled once more, taking to the skies, as she presumed he’d do the same.
{FIN}
The Caretaker hopped back, nodding along in a head-bobbing, bird fashion. You are free to go! Do be careful next time though! Had she been capable of a wink in this form, she would’ve extended it, but instead it’s just the bout of cheekiness, the measures of a kind countenance when sometimes that’s all one could offer.
From there, her wings unfurled once more, taking to the skies, as she presumed he’d do the same.
{FIN}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
