Miamor

[Miamor]

Her black tail flicked left and right, center, left, right, center, rhythmically, as the flies nestled into her shedding coat. She looked mangy, unkempt, her mane rather knotted, falling distressed over her eyes. Those eyes - enormous and as black as can be, staring so intently at a few nearby birds who hopped cheerily throughout the grasses. They picked here and there, chirping to one another, every so often glancing at Miamor to be sure she was still safe. Mia lowered her head to the ground, taking a few inching steps towards the perky little creatures. So full of life! They frolicked a few inches further. Don't go, she thought, as she ceased her progression towards them, her ears perking forwards in their direction, the tips nearly touching in such curiosity. She exhaled forcefully at them and breathed in slower, taking in the clarity. The air went still and silent - at least to Mia - as she began reminiscing. Her mind entered that purgatory where unwanted thoughts crossed, filling her with memories that she couldn't stand to replay. She heard herself squeal and felt herself ungracefully pounce into the air, landing clumsily back to the ground. The birds jumped, too, but they flew away in a synchronized effort, never falling back down. Scarlet, Mi amore! her mother's words echoed through the winds of a few dozen wings. Mia emitted a shrill whinny, surprising herself upon hearing it. She glanced left and right, embarrassed, and lunged at a bite of grass, forcing herself back into the world around her.