Spent

Lungs on the verge of collapsing, body heaving in rhythm with the quick grasps for air.
He falls to the ground, completely spent.
Content & satisfied.

Honey


Sweet and heady, it drips down, smoothing along the svelte curves.
Warming to body heat, it thins and spreads like the wildflowers it catches.

Passing Fancy


There was a crimson songbird the heart was very fond of.
A kimeti and it were best friends under the sun's gentle rays until it left and was mourned.
Soon there was a blue one, but it too went away.
Then came along a yellow one and just as quickly it was gone.
Easy come, easy go.

Glossbones

There it lies, the dull shine of unmistakable bone.

River-Swollen

A bloated body washes up. Eyes glazed, impossibly heavy.
This one's been taken by the waters, but returned. Here's to hoping.

Bluegrass

Moon followed her sun
her loving gaze reached the grass
down and round, swirled blue.

Cockcrow


Cocks everywhere. Hello sweetie, the voice says it's time to wake up.
Wings fill the sky and hooves take to the ground, leaving behind shadows of yesterday.

Crocus

What spunk! What flare!
Covered ground, I'll pierce calm air.
White, purple, my dear.

Gossamer

Shooting stars in each drop, they burst upon contact. Dew scatter and slide deeper down the curling tendrils. Racing against glinting sun, moon-soaked strands sway. Can't be caught and cherished, it exists until tomorrow's cycle starts again.

Waterproof

Upswing and downlow he moves his head, bobbing the duck to no particular beat.
It looks up perplexed but bemused. Equally vexed is the buck.
It's a defining moment for him and he trudges on and like his duck friend, lets nothing stick.

Breathturn

Heart hammering, time lulling, vision narrowing to a single point: her destination. Fast on her heels, the difference of distance piddles to a puddle, she's at a crux. In a final burst of energy, she turns and inhales simultaneously. Deadon, stares her aggressor. You. Breathless, the swamp is not big enough.

Untimely Frost

Weighed by snow, the greyscale landscape stretched forever. She forgot long ago the concept of warmth. Frost dangled from her fur, even so far as the ice seeping beneath her plates. Frozen to the core, she sought refuge. Anything from the endless cold snow. A loud clap signaled the avalanche but it swallowed up her hunting group just as easily as their escape was futile. Day and night became cold and colder. Rationed food was gone and the skies were silent. No living thing braved this kind of weather. In complete solitude she dug her way out. Silence and frost her constant companions, they helped to quell silly desires like thirst and hunger. She held on for the hope of seeing that one totoma. An endless gray landscape, she was beginning to forget the totoma's face when she broke free, the cutting wind gladly welcomed.

Days had passed and she had survived they said. 8 days. 

Day of Days

There was supposed to be a universal code where bad things were limited to one a day. If you survive an avalanche, that was the quota for the day. But perhaps the glacial tumble threw the world out of order. For when she survived that fiasco and the kidnapping attempt that preceded it, the scavenger birds came in droves. What they missed in their claw attacks, they scored with their perfectly aimed droppings. With her horned crown of shame, she ventured to a nearby ravine, submerged herself in the freezing ground rain and wracked her horns against rocks and branches in an attempt to cleanse the shit off. She must have brushed up against a tree too hard because a considerably hefty branch fell, splashing and splaying across her back, pinning the totoma to sharp boulder edges. All but broken, she dragged herself out to lay in the sun to cool. Of course there was a biting wind that day. Sleep couldn't come soon enough but when she finally succumbed, young cries jolted her onto her feet.

Two totoma lambs sitting in a tree. If they found a way up, they could surely make their way down. A concept they didn't understand until eventually they convinced her, somehow, to break their fall. And she did, finally herding them to their havens which were naturally under attack. Foreign raiders and all that. Unable to forgo that, she eventually made her temporary home in a nearby cave and slept. It was a day of days, endless as it was merciless. 

Every Storm a Serenade

Lightning stretched across the skies in a careless manner with ozone filled winds rushing in. Rain fell in sheets to blanket the mangroves, and there was pretty poetry to how the leaves swayed and roots groaned under the relentless water dance. The storm came in fast and violent only to linger briefly before moving on. With fat plops of rain puddles left behind and the lit up sky in her eyes, the a calling card of sweet, lulling music she became.

Corpse Reviver

"Right here." The voice told them. Mentor, and sometime friend, it was a coaching voice meant to firmly steer and support.

"Now press down and repeat several times."

A spray of liquid gushes out from where it should't. Hacking coughs and flying limbs, the first hard won cough is long and harsh.