Fox's Glade ocean eyes

@Cole SHE IS LIVE

 

beneath an old tree stripped bare, sat the woman with a broken heart. a dreamer who once flitted about with wanderlust, now a frightened little thing. delicate frame wrapped in plush, soft fur that draped like the boughs of a willow, hazel eyes casted down. to the body of a songbird, still at her feet, unmoving. her breaths leave her in soft puffs; her eyes glimmer like jewels with the threat of tears.

"you poor thing." she murmured, almost whispered. she lifted a soft paw to cradle the bird, as if to bring it some form of comfort...the kind she was craving herself, nursing a shattered heart and frightened soul. is that how the bird had felt, before it met its death? alone and scared? 

a tear falls, soaks into white fur on her cheeks. her posture no longer speaks if regal prim and proper; she hangs her head, a soft hiccup rattling in her ribs. 

why had the birds death moved her so? 

possibly because she saw herself within its lifeless eyes.