Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Unfortunately, either due to the stillness and quiet, Lena’s distracted musings, she hadn’t noticed the girl, nor her doll, until it was far too late. The gesture for silence scarcely mattered on her sharp intake of air and minor scream, even as she placed her hand over her mouth to placate the noise. Heart jumping to her throat, and pounding rapidly, all that lingered thereafter were the blustery notions of feathers departing – a drumming of plumage as they scattered overhead.
“Sorry,” the Caretaker murmured, for perhaps she should’ve been more cautious of her surroundings, but she hadn’t expected either bizarre spectacle to take place. Glancing back to the sky once more, disappointed the bird she sought had taken off, she hastened to scramble off the stump she’d been standing upon.
“Sorry,” the Caretaker murmured, for perhaps she should’ve been more cautious of her surroundings, but she hadn’t expected either bizarre spectacle to take place. Glancing back to the sky once more, disappointed the bird she sought had taken off, she hastened to scramble off the stump she’d been standing upon.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
