she carves a path through the tall grass
it is messy
uneven

but it is hers to carve
and hers alone

The voice beckons him to the pool
Red and hot and delicious
He salivates
Wanting a taste

You can drink it, you know

He bows his head to drink
The voice laughs

But only once!

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LOUD
SHRILL
BEGGING

HE CRIES

AND IT CRIES BACK

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enveloped in winter
gray, white, twinkling

he can see spring over the horizon
but he is happy waiting here

for
all
of
it
to
m
e
l
t

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Blood dribbles down her maw.

Is it her own?

She cannot remember.

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The fireflies speak to him
Not with speech or thought

He asks them questions
And they blink back

Once for yes
Twice for no

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Lurking under the red sea, she swims in a pool of her own creation.

She jumps when least expected, gobbling up more prey.

Adding to her collection.

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They should have known better than to insult a Totoma's— no, his own pride. By trying to give him the name Lazybones, of all things. Granted, his work efforts were not the talk of the tribe, but to be embarrassed and degraded with such a title was unacceptable to the young Totoma. Hearing the name uttered once was awful enough, but when they laughed at his warning to stop, that's what made him see red.

He charged in with a scream, his skull connecting with his opponent's. Almost too quickly, their strength quickly gave out under his fury. The others watched, in awe, as the unassuming Totoma made his true name, by yelling and thrashing in what was undoubtedly a full-blown temper tantrum.

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She feels nothing.

For the beetles with broken wings
For the lonely and the lost
For the kin who have lost their kindred
For the foals left in the frost

She feels nothing.

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Intimidation was his strategy. With his bad reputation, a sharp glance and a well timed step was all he needed to be untouchable. He ended the fight before it even started, imposing his foe to retreat without so much as lifting a hoof.

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Pluck Pluck Pluck

Will he ever find his luck?
In this field of green,
There’s no four-leaf to be seen!

Pluck Pluck Pluck Pluck Pluck

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One bug, freckled from the sun, eating berries. Oh, how she longs to be little like them. Then, she would have her fill of food.

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Two bugs, joined together, dancing in circles. Oh, how he longs to be in love like them. Then, he would have his fill of love.