05-28-2020, 05:24 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]The moon in the window, the sun in the sea…
Delicate the broken construct of waning hum hanging suspended within the humid depths of twilight drenched air, a chorus the strengthening chirp of hidden insects. It seemed held a breath, still even the breeze as though frightened of reception awaiting if it dared to stir the thick undergrowth. Sightless depths of ebon that cast a dour presence upon chosen shelter,if it may be deemed such.
Now is the quiet - just baby and me.
Caught within the scraped together cradle of fallen branches and gathered leaf litter miniscule seemed the kitten bathed within dying illumination, a bright point the soft cream against the earthen hues of his makeshift bed. Loose the manner paws curled against the threadbare fabric of treasured possession, the dark buttons all that remained of a face obscured beneath his grasp. Softened expression is disturbed for a moment, twisting pale lips until the delicate points of teeth peek through. Closer grown his hold, a quiet fear of loss driving sluggish actions.
And the sun will sleep in the ocean tonight.
Of a moss hue the eyes that flickered open - once, twice, rapid the succession of blinks allowing him time to adjust. Time trickled past in quiet moments, confusion a heavy burden upon hunched shoulders, unshifted even as minutes gather. Yet of such he bore no knowledge, strained aching muscles as head arose and twisted in a hope new perspective may bring new knowledge. There was nothing, however, weak croak parting cracked lips.
"Mama…?" Throat ached with a budding heat, harsh the sudden cough trailing after. There as nothing left, heavy limbs grown weary, trembling even as he clutched the bear. He knew not when the broken murmur of choked sob arose between the closure of teeth, how his tears fell with a gentle patter against the gathered leaves. Unknown the words once crooned when sleep grew an elusive companion, teasing as it lingered about jagged edges of unkind conciousness, yet familiar the melody. It was as such soft and broken that which he hummed to himself, at times succombing to the sobs barely withheld.
Delicate the broken construct of waning hum hanging suspended within the humid depths of twilight drenched air, a chorus the strengthening chirp of hidden insects. It seemed held a breath, still even the breeze as though frightened of reception awaiting if it dared to stir the thick undergrowth. Sightless depths of ebon that cast a dour presence upon chosen shelter,if it may be deemed such.
Now is the quiet - just baby and me.
Caught within the scraped together cradle of fallen branches and gathered leaf litter miniscule seemed the kitten bathed within dying illumination, a bright point the soft cream against the earthen hues of his makeshift bed. Loose the manner paws curled against the threadbare fabric of treasured possession, the dark buttons all that remained of a face obscured beneath his grasp. Softened expression is disturbed for a moment, twisting pale lips until the delicate points of teeth peek through. Closer grown his hold, a quiet fear of loss driving sluggish actions.
And the sun will sleep in the ocean tonight.
Of a moss hue the eyes that flickered open - once, twice, rapid the succession of blinks allowing him time to adjust. Time trickled past in quiet moments, confusion a heavy burden upon hunched shoulders, unshifted even as minutes gather. Yet of such he bore no knowledge, strained aching muscles as head arose and twisted in a hope new perspective may bring new knowledge. There was nothing, however, weak croak parting cracked lips.
"Mama…?" Throat ached with a budding heat, harsh the sudden cough trailing after. There as nothing left, heavy limbs grown weary, trembling even as he clutched the bear. He knew not when the broken murmur of choked sob arose between the closure of teeth, how his tears fell with a gentle patter against the gathered leaves. Unknown the words once crooned when sleep grew an elusive companion, teasing as it lingered about jagged edges of unkind conciousness, yet familiar the melody. It was as such soft and broken that which he hummed to himself, at times succombing to the sobs barely withheld.