Wapun Meadow consonants

Pancakes, like many butterflies, knows her world through song and through taste. and when she shared the moment of tasting what this Grackle had to offer, she was certainly swept into a whirl of sensations. this little marmalade-winged friend has been on many things–– the finger of giggling children, their bright red lollipops that they beg their mother to buy for them, an accidental spill of a spicy lemon-lime soda–– truly, Pancakes has tasted her entire world!

and so what she can taste on Grackle is something a bit unexpected, but surprising in the most wondrous way. Pancakes can taste her alluring air, it did not beg for attention as the fresh flowers that covered her sooty coat did. no, this taste is something quiet and mature, like the fine bottle of cabernet that has just finally reached its peak of aroma and flavor to be enjoyed. and with this, Pancakes thinks of dark chocolate and cinnamon, of those colognes that fine men wear in hopes of courting fine young ladies in sultry red lipstick.

a beloved taste upon her feet, even in just these few seconds. there is a bright gem in Grackle, but she does not need to be a diamond lost amongst the rhinestone world! no, this was a ruby, a garnet, a stone that can do more than just dazzle the hungry eyes.

and so Pancakes comes to land on a nearby grass blade, molten wings now coming to fan open and close in a cat-like stretch. without missing a beat, she comes to answer the question.

"love possesses not nor would it be possessed
for love is sufficient unto love."
(in a non-direct answer, Pancakes means to say yes)

"love has no other desire but to fulfill itself."


it is the way of the butterfly with a beat of her wings. and now the creature grows quiet and outstretches her own tiny arm. a rare moment of butterfly quiet, it serves as an invitation for Grackle to share what she once offered.