You sprinkle star dust on my pillow case; Texas

[Sparrow]

And I see colors in a different way
You make what doesn't matter fade to grey
Life is good and that's the way it should be

She is sure she has been lying alone for days. A sad little sob escapes her lips but she is incapable of moving from the riverbank. The future looms uncertain. She knows her mama must be around somewhere. The black fillly wishes she would return and make everything all right again. She wonders if perhaps bunnies are something she could eat. Do they make milk?

A touch on her side is what pulls her from her mournful contemplation. With large, liquid brown eyes the girl looks up and up and up at the brown figure. Confusion and fear dance across her features, before they melt into mere puzzlement. She glances from her hooves and his hooves, to her tail and then his tail, to what she can see of her nose to his nose. With a delighted whuff, she realizes they match. The silver maned filly scrambles to her feet, all legs and toppling balance, and launches herself into the stallion's chest. A thrilled whinny explodes from her chest. Her ears flick upright and she dances in place.

“Mama.” The little girl says, her voice encompassing relief and joy and reproach in one. It is not a question. Though the smell of this creature is unfamiliar, she decides that this is mama. With mama there is safety and warmth. “I'm resting. You left. I waited for you, mama!”

Tears threaten to gather in her eyes once more as she adds, “I'm hungry, mama.”

The girl isn't worried. She knows that her mother won't let her down. She came back, after all.

sparrow

texas x redbird