Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Apologies were always swift along Lena’s tongue; strict households, rigorous jobs, and a recent years of never-ending danger had lent to weaknesses and misgivings. Though this was merely a strange occurrence, and she hadn’t been the one lurking with a weird doll and startling strangers, something still felt at a loss, and she reached for her basket, fingers playing with the strap. “For screaming. I didn’t know anyone else was here.”
Though she didn’t stare back, because it was rude, the Caretaker’s gaze swept along the sky again, searching for the bird.
Giving no thought to other movements or motions – she started her own again, ignoring the wayward feather. It might have drifted down her back for all she knew, gliding to the ground, as she began investigating the boughs and limbs for any other clues.
Though she didn’t stare back, because it was rude, the Caretaker’s gaze swept along the sky again, searching for the bird.
Giving no thought to other movements or motions – she started her own again, ignoring the wayward feather. It might have drifted down her back for all she knew, gliding to the ground, as she began investigating the boughs and limbs for any other clues.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
