Weary HeartNew dayMore Like This
I feel to fade
in grassy knoll -
far from strife
and autumn's pain
where weary hearts
turn home again...
Waking up to snowIcy fingers reachMore Like This
behind green boughs
What do you know?!
In the garden,
My silly dogs
with snowy noses,
frisk and run
in joyous flight -
what a sight!
This early winter
The Whispering of the WavesThe Whispering of the WavesMore Like This
Sometimes, just sometimes, if you stand on a quiet shore
You can hear something, a voice, above the distant currents' roar
A voice, a tiny voice, a voice as young as a child and as old as the world
A voice that slithers, twirls, and jumps and curls.
As you stand on that shore, by the cliffs shaped by time
You breathe in that wind that smells of copper and dime
You hear the sand beneath your feet, oozing and soft
You watch the flight of the gannet, and the wind that carries it aloft
As seagulls soar above a distant shore, and mullet flash beneath the waves,
As crabs burrow in the sand, and mussels wait for the tide day by day,
That voice grows bolder, less timid, less soft. The wind carries it higher, until it's aloft
That voice of the sea, that whispering of the waves, grows less timid, and more brave
At first it's just murmur, like a child's magical babble,
At first it's just muttering, like a busy sparrow's rabble.
But if you listen carefully, you'll hear
Child of the WindernessShe stood, feet rooted to the frozen earthMore Like This
Wild raven hair dancing radically in the winter wind
Glimmering snowflakes dripping from the clouds to her nakedness
The cold, the white, the serene scene of woods
Blanketed beneath mother earth’s white winter dress
Bringing shivers to her flesh the cold did not
As day becomes night, she wanders into the wilderness
Bare footprints pressed deep into the snow
Emerald eyes glowing bright with curiosity
As her lover waits across the barren field for her
His smile devilishly enticing, his eyes angelically sweet
Watching his love dance before the trees
Her pale naked skin shimmering against the snow
Smallest Creature~ Ch. 2 I hear the screech, like all the smart cats that didn't go on dawn patrol. I slowly got up on my huge white paw and padded to look out of the warrior's den. It sounded like Yewspots... Milkriver was quick on her paws and dash to the medicine cat's den to check up on her brother. Milkriver's got it. I thought, my pale green eyes wander to the well-stocked fresh-kill pile. Since I'm up, a good mouse will do. I pad over to the pile and grab a plump mouse that looks freshly caught. Before I could walk in a good sunny place to eat, a voice interrupts. "Beetlepelt!"More Like This
I turn to see Russetdapple coming back from dawn patrol, her dark blue eyes now fuming, but what else was new? "First you miss the patrol, and then you go and stuff your face with out thinking of hunting first!?"
"I hunt better on a full stomach."
"When was the last time you were able to catch something!?"
"Um... I think it was that shrew... a day ago I think..."
"One shrew! A day ago! The clan
Whisper in the valleyWhisperMore Like This
in the valley -
ever heard -
on the wind
in the trees -
all its own -
A sweet hymn
Smallest Creature~Ch. 1~ A warrior fanfic Dawn patrol... who ever thought of such a mousebrain idea must have hated the thought of sleep. I mean, if you want to sleep that should mean that enemies and such would want some sleep too, right? "Beetlepelt!" A sharp voice broke through fog in my mind.More Like This
Only one of my pale greens opened, and saw that a reddish cream colored tabby she-cat was nose to nose with me. "Beetlepelt, I am not kidding this time. You will go on dawn patrol!" She began to nag in a low threating tone. Russetdapple has been nagging like that since we were kits... Luckily that means I know how to over come such annoyance. I let out a large yawn in her face.
She immediately backed up in disgust and wrinkled her nose. Morning breath works better than claws any day. I closed my eye again and snuggling back in a comfortable position. "I'll get up when the sun is well in the sky."
I heard Russetdapple stomping her paw on the ground. "Then it won't be dawn patrol anymore!" She hissed.
MY FIRST COWBOY STORY:So today me and another wrangler had to go catch a Llama we got on one of the pastures and we reckoned to lure it in with a bucket of grain. So I was handed the bucket and I just figured I would hold it on my thigh while i rode my horse...More Like This
So I go ahead and start my horse off to the gate and I lead him to trot.. well I reckon the sound of the grain shaking in the bucket spooked him because he instantly galloped and jerked around.. I tried to keep the bucket but I dropped it and tried to get control of my horse... well nothing is changing while I'm pulling on the reigns so I'm thinking, "....well what do I do from here?.... I guess get off?" So I figured I would just pull one of those.. you know: you bail out of the car in an action movie? But while I decided my horse pulled right and bailed for me. So by the time I hit the ground and get back up my horse is like 50 feet away grazing like nothing happened and.. I guess I can't see because im dazed and in shock from the impact... so I ge
CuttingCuttingMore Like This