29 Apr 2017
8 Feb 2016
Somewhere between a reply and an imitation.
24 Dec 2009
There is warmth and comfort in the nest that hangs in the thickest branches of the alder tree. At night, when the cold is sharpest and the skies are full of silent predators, his father, his mother, and his nest mates creep close, using their feathers and heat to surround him. As the smallest, he is the least bit of help. His tiny downy feathers puff as fiercely as a dandelion seed.
But now he is alone.
Frost by iphianassa for AdaptationDecay
23 Dec 2009
Tonight the woods are silent.