Honeyed Pasture liriodendron tulipifera

aditya was lazing near the mouth of the den, idly noting a bee hovering from flower to flower, when movement caught the corner of his eye. 

he turned to see waxwing, the dusky brown boy, making his way to the outside. he noted the pup's wide blue eyes and smiled; that was a new development. the past couple of weeks had flown, then.

arrey, bachcha, adi called out softly, and wiggled forward to impede the little one's progress. your mother will have my head if i let you go too far.

they were growing fast. he saw himself especially in this one, and gave the kid a gentle lick behind the ears.