Wapun Meadow consonants

oh how her ears might have been bathed in gold to hear such wonder! like twinkling stars, glittering things, a beauty that one could hoard beneath themselves as a greedy lizard form fairytale might!

and if grackle's hearing is even sharper, she would hear a wondrous applause coming from Pancakes. now that she thinks about it, no one has ever come to share with her their own poetry and songs. for many butterflies, they learn from other insects and other beings in their world. but oftentimes, it is as silent listeners, wallflowers who are never once noticed for their desire to feed on the rich words from the lips of orators and plush lovely things.

no, not a soul other than a bug has acknowledged Pancakes and has given her something in return for her bardic traits. not until now! and what a joy it is today, for Grackle marks this land as not only worth of Pancakes tunes, but a place to remain! to even call home!

‘T is so much joy! ‘T is so much joy!"
(Truly, Pancakes is honored to be given new sonnets)

"Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!"
(It is time to add to her collection, for a moment she must think)

and when Grackle comes closer, Pancakes wears her tiny bug smile with glee.

"How can I find a love lost in time?
There's an answer in the stars for me"
(a bubbly laughter ensues!)

butterflies have a questionable memory for everything except their craft. and the words of grackle may come to live on forever in Pancakes, and perhaps in the other butterflies who hear and the other wolves whom this little creature may spread to. and if she is able to reach, a tiny spindle of a leg comes to caress the nose of her newest sensation.

"you lift my heart up."