Within the dampened earth I slumber, the scent of life fills my nose with wonder. Comfort comes to me from within where no one else can see. My brown eyes give way and stare into epic darkness of my domain. My Goodluckers soft as fine feathers brush away the sand of Father Time and I am awakened. My long proud ears swivel to the evenings calls, I am there. Within a moments pause my petite wet nose begins to tingle, oh the joy to be filled with a million senses. My tiny heart fills with excitement the lure of the Moon God beckons to me. Stretch your powerful legs, feel the earth between your paws, go greet the winds of tomorrow for you are free. My velvet self gently pokes her tiny glistening nose out of her beloved home and she is free. She feels the pull of the dance in the mid-night air, before long the adrenaline in her veins pump frantically and she is gone.
She sits beneath the window and kisses the singing blades her mind is calm, stress free. She feels the comfort of the planted Sunny Faces, she lays between their swaying graces. Until, it came the odd voices of those from within. Her thin elegant ears swiveled here and there not really knowing what to do. Her velvet plush tensed upon her making her smaller in size. The voices. Tension, nervous, anger and then it came. The night air bristled and sparked and her tiny heart missed a couple sweet beats. The voices raised with booming clutter, the music of splendor stolen by those inside. No longer the Sunny Faces swayed with contentment, the sweet blades wilted in sadness. The ugly voices twisted and scared, the love, compassion all wasted away by noises that blunder.
The Fairies singing pierced her heart a time to react, not to falter. Rise up. What are words if not man made. Raging emotions which spiral out control. Words. Just words, they cannot harm you, be strong. Be better, forgive and continue on. Sing, whisper the word of love, not words of blunder. Sing until you find your song and your whisper has become an opera of incredible power. Thunderous music which fills the Wind to caress the trees, leaves that will glide into the springs which will carry its singing. Spread the Word, not the blunder. As her passion sang to the earth, her legs sprouted upwards toward the Heavens. Long thin and graceful for all to see. Her body broad, lean and muscular, her velvet now smooth, sleek and rough. Her head swirled, the stars all laughed with glee look up at me. Her nose no longer petite as could be. Wet was the black thing shiny, large no longer a twitchy funny thing. Her eyes large, beautiful, caring, deep and loving swept upwards carefully. Her long eyelashes sparkled with the glow of the Moon God. Amazingly she felt tall, she lowered her beautiful long neck. The little lights all joyous sung out, her ears not so tall any longer but perfectly created stood at attention. The voices no longer blundered but became still in the air as they looked upon the beauty that stood ever so clear. Frozen, blinded by the light, her glossy nose breathed in the smell of the voices, no longer did they thunder. Her heart beat rapidly, excitement grew once again the Fairies danced around her head. Then with one big thrust she sprang forward leaping in the night. Her white bloom of fluff bouncing in the silver light. The voices laughed with wonder as she bucked, jumped and played.
Words of blunder no more. Words are only words, but, LOVE is a very different story. Let us blunder no more, but if we do remember the blooming fluff bouncing in the silver night.
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