Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“I could appear and reappear at any given time.” She laughed again, wild on the possibilities, the giggles merry, whimsical, and bright – undampened, undeterred, by the haze of the rest of the world outside their walls and halls. A time for peace and silliness, bonds between two sisters unfurling parameters between other forms of connections, and her eyes took on a familiar, foxy contortion and adornment. “I would enjoy the looks on people’s faces.” Nothing out of cruelty, but pure mischief, raw and real, naught they’d had since children.
The following compliment though had her eyes dropping to the floor, the grin hastening into a genuine, beatific smile. “Thank you. I hope my efforts manage to make a difference.” For those animals’ lives, for moments of peace, repose, and mending, before they faced frays, intangibilities, all over again. But that was what they were meant to do – to be out in the untamed earth, just as liberated, free, and mystifying. A declaration and dedication to the realms, and to their portions within it.
The following compliment though had her eyes dropping to the floor, the grin hastening into a genuine, beatific smile. “Thank you. I hope my efforts manage to make a difference.” For those animals’ lives, for moments of peace, repose, and mending, before they faced frays, intangibilities, all over again. But that was what they were meant to do – to be out in the untamed earth, just as liberated, free, and mystifying. A declaration and dedication to the realms, and to their portions within it.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
