04-04-2012, 02:13 PM
The aging pup had found ways to entertain herself . With the warming weather and her first sights of spring it was rather easy. She had followed a lady bug through the grass for a good hour when she realized they had wandered a ways from their new home. It landed on her nose as its little strange wings beat for about the fifteenth time. She giggled as it crawled about forcing her eyes to cross and her vision blur. She wondered how long it would remain on her nose as it seemed to be done its venture. The ladybugs little legs hooked themselves in the small fur at the top of her nose. She tilted her head wondering if a creature so small thought just as she did and if others might have as well. She knew small creatures such as squirrels and rabbits thought as it was clear they spoke with great urgency when she would chase them.
She had started her walk home with her little passenger remaining lodged atop her snout. Then she had paused, she noticed the trees and the sprouts of new life around her. Her mother had called this time spring and by far this beat winter. Such beauty and grace she started to hum as the birds sang in the distance her paws shifting back and forth in an awkward step. She liked to dance but it was difficult on four legs, she was anxious for her shift for her balance to change and her body to flow with more grace. She hoped it would be easy. She stood up on her hind legs picturing herself as her mother and spun in an awkward twirl only to force her back down.
She sighed heavily and sat noticing the little bug was still lodged in her fur and she smiled wishing the little creature would stay there for good. But as she thought it its little wings emerged from its shiny body and it flew. Wait. She cried out but sighed it flew toward the sun making it difficult for her to see where it was headed. She plopped her butt back down and just listened to the noises of spring her sadness quickly forgotten. Then her voice flowed into a little made up tune. Her voice so young when she spoke but aged by years as she sang a deep toned song. No real words escaped her just noises that flowed together in a pleasant almost haunting melody.
She had started her walk home with her little passenger remaining lodged atop her snout. Then she had paused, she noticed the trees and the sprouts of new life around her. Her mother had called this time spring and by far this beat winter. Such beauty and grace she started to hum as the birds sang in the distance her paws shifting back and forth in an awkward step. She liked to dance but it was difficult on four legs, she was anxious for her shift for her balance to change and her body to flow with more grace. She hoped it would be easy. She stood up on her hind legs picturing herself as her mother and spun in an awkward twirl only to force her back down.
She sighed heavily and sat noticing the little bug was still lodged in her fur and she smiled wishing the little creature would stay there for good. But as she thought it its little wings emerged from its shiny body and it flew. Wait. She cried out but sighed it flew toward the sun making it difficult for her to see where it was headed. She plopped her butt back down and just listened to the noises of spring her sadness quickly forgotten. Then her voice flowed into a little made up tune. Her voice so young when she spoke but aged by years as she sang a deep toned song. No real words escaped her just noises that flowed together in a pleasant almost haunting melody.