Jul 28, 2018
she is a child of the wood, with bramble for hair and twigs for fingers. where others may merely see a stray, a plain canine caught amongst city lights, perhaps she sees something more behind this frail curtain of mortality. were she to take a closer look she would see more than white fur, she would see flowers the spectrum of the rainbow dance and flicker all around this beast’s paws, she would understand what knowing settled inside those eyes, she may even know her name.
but there is still much to understand, and simple moments must be treasured. with one whirl of her tail, she ambles forward with a hello on her tongue and a bark falling from her jaws. ❛ ruff ! ruff ! ❜ / @wandwings .
