Mia Lekika
Creative Writing
2/7/17
Ravens Winter
Flying above I was gracefully balancing on the wind. I looked down to see a vixen prancing across the frozen lake like a water bird chick. As a scavenger its hard to find prey. When the blanket of stars filled the sky and I cleaned myself up in a playful way by rolling in the snow as if I were a dog itching himself. I made a soft crunchy bed from the cold snow under icicles of a cave. As I listened to the water under the frozen surface of the river I slowly fell asleep.
No comments:
Post a Comment