The Beauty I Cannot See

The boy had gotten away from the den, his restlessness often getting the better of him. Bi-colored eyes watching the water before him pool up as it fell from the cliff face above. He was curious about the world, but often times his anger and desire to see the world in red would take away the beauty of it. He would step towards the pool, looking down into the clear aqua pool and watching the little minnows and other small creatures swimming about within. What would it be like to have a simple life like that? Was his dad relaxing somewhere back home? Why were they brought here? "I miss da..." He would whisper to himself. The crashing of the waterfall was loud, the mist landing gently upon his fur as if each hair had its own little water droplet. He shook his pelt, the spray flew in all directions. Then he would seat himself as he continued to stare at the things in the water, wondering what they were.
"Speech"
'thoughts'