Lost Creek Hollow A hollow place

Small paws of gray and white traced circles in the dirt. Eyes of the prettiest blue studied the sky with intent. The birds that flew. The way the clouds painted pictures with their wreaths of white smoke. She saw a frog, and then a rose and there was a mountain and then a face. She couldn't stop staring. Though her neck had begun to ache a little. 

She shifted and then flopped to her belly then her side and then a weird little shuffle so she could stare up without the pain on her neck, her tail tucked tightly around legs and side.