this too shall pass

It was a good day. Poem had awoken from her sleep feeling well that morning, the sadness that clung to her pelt was shaken off and she went for an early morning jog in the snow before Motif would be waking up. The cold was refreshing on her charcoal marked features as her icy paws carried her through the drifts. She loved the snow, it made her think of simpler times. Of her first steps out of the den and into the snow, of her mother and the warmth she brought. Poem had to shake herself of the memories, thinking about Shaye just made her want to cry. Keeping control of her emotions was even harder during her heat.

She tried to empty her mind as her pretty paws carried her towards the beaches of the bay. Blue and lavender eyes fell on the cliffs that they’d found her mother’s body beneath and she turned her head quickly. A shiver raced through her body but it wasn’t from the cold. Poem slowed, and reclined softly onto her haunches as she forced herself to look at the cliffs. She swallowed hard and bit back her tears. With a soft sigh she lifted her head to the sky and let a sorrowful song slip from her dark lips.