Catsblood - Professional, Digital Artist | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

A servant to the wing

I think you always knew. Ever since that beaky-greyling, Found-beneath-the-bed fluff, crawling, squailing, When parents stomped you flat to roost. I saw the stretches, waddles, steps, And saw time go in scoops and gales. Now that storm has fled all bluster, you're sitting, waiting, almost ready. You can taste it. Not far longer