Post by shadowfang on Dec 1, 2005 19:35:08 GMT -5
A shadow seemed to cross the plains the the tree. An owl blinked its golden eyes and lifted its wings, beating its tawny feathers to lift, scanning the horizen. Its eyes could not move; it had to turn its head.
Iceheart blinked at the owl. Something made her want to sing.
Owl owl, are you there?
Are you bleating with deep despair?
Do you want to be so free?
Love and care and fight with me?
Her singing did not come out of her mouth; it was a mere emotion, a part of her.
Iceheart blinked at the owl. Something made her want to sing.
Owl owl, are you there?
Are you bleating with deep despair?
Do you want to be so free?
Love and care and fight with me?
Her singing did not come out of her mouth; it was a mere emotion, a part of her.