Post by » » Aspen « « on Jan 27, 2007 21:50:58 GMT -5
A s p e n
Diamond rope, silver chain
Pretty noose is a pretty pain
And I don’t like[/size]
What you got me hanging from[/center][/size]
Forest life scampered 'cross dampened parchment , the fermenting pine needles and dry herbs giving way to little pattering feet. Beneath the lustrous shades of emerald , shafts of light beamed into the shadows , in the dire hope that they could feed the undergrowth with the warmth they needed to survive. And yes , by chance , some light fell upon a tiny seedling. But many other seedlings were left in the black abyss , their tiny limbs quivering with the icy breeze. How fragile they were , so delicate they could have been blown away by the wind.
Honeycomb eyes watched the scene , a bittersweet bemusement cascading through their rich yellow waves. Right now the young feline herself could relate to the seedlings in the shadows. Always reaching for the light , always earning for it , always praying for it , yet never receiving it. And the light was company. Her soul had searched both shore and hill , both plains and fields , and none of kin could be found. Though the forest was full of animals life , it felt empty , unused , like wood without a kindle. It possessed the very loneliness she herself had.
A small smile crept upon her doll like features. She rolled over , stretching in her own sunlight patch. Pleasure streamed through her , and she welcomed the warm rays onto her spotted peltage. Closing her radiant amber eyes , she relaxed , her auds twitching every now and again at a crack of a twig or the song of a nearby bird. How beautiful she did look , her young frame resting in a cradle of moss , sunlight streaked through velvet fur. At her head , tiny native flowers perched , their soft , fragant scents wafting her into a nightmare free sleep.[/color]
