hear the noise that moves so soft and slow
that's the sound of freshly fallen snow
She was neatly trapped in those cruel thistles, jerking to try to escape and only wedging them deeper into her fur. But then.
With little snaps and cracks, some of them pulled away from her, and she twisted to see why with wide eyes. Oh! There were soft lips carefully grabbing them so precisely and setting them away from her, one by one meticulously freeing her as she held so still for him. This kindness washed through her, warming her with a swell of gratitude and her dark gold eyes glittered with pleasure.
His mouth was so winter blue and his skin so pale, and he had beautiful wings like the birds she'd seen. She rolled out of the bush when the last one pulled away from her fur and barrelled into his young lanky leg, wrapping her little paws around him and clinging.
She gave him the very same soft, affectionate grunt-grunts as she had the quiet rock, but this time it held so much more emotion. He'd saved her! Now he would keep her, right? Did he have food? She would find a way to ask in a moment, for now she was content to bathe him in her delight, rubbing her furry black cheek against his foreleg and cooing at him.
Yes, she would like to keep him.
And he was so bright and beautiful. So much prettier than the rockfriend.
Her paw remained curled around his leg as if she were holding on to a branch, leaning back to look up at him and chew quietly on the claws of her other paw. Yes, he was so beautiful. She was a bit hungry, but her happiness helped her ignore it as she grinned helplessly, rising unsteadily to her back legs and swiping up at the air towards his nose because she couldn't reach.
It just looked so soft though and she wondered if it was as cold as it looked with that frosty blue color.
Then she might have been a little rude, she didn't know any better, and she began climbing up his leg to get to his back. She couldn't quite make it all the way though, not without digging into his pretty skin and she held on at the top of his leg, eyeing the curve of his shoulder that kept her from reaching his back. Well. No matter. Here was fine, and she clung tightly and cuddled into him with another smile.
( your love is gold, your love is gold )