black rivers in my mind [bird]
Feb 21, 2015 7:27:48 GMT -5
Post by Kezz on Feb 21, 2015 7:27:48 GMT -5
"Speech."
The dog sat quite still, snow hadn't fallen for several days now, thanks heavens, and all that was left were the pale patches of white dotted here and there. He had chosen a spot upon one of the station benches that overlooked the railway track below; and beyond lay a further view of the city. Uri turned his head toward the thin rays of sunlight that had fought to break through the perpetual mass of winter cloud, and closed his eyes as it warmed his long black coat; he had certainly missed the warmth. But surely spring was not far off — he could just about stand the last dregs of winter, just. Tiny green shoots of daffodils and snowdrops had begun to emerge up through the earth and Uriah admired their adversity; no matter what happened, every year they prevailed.
He was bored, and hungry, but there was a weariness in his bones that he couldn't quite shake. At five years of age Uriah was, of course, not an old canine, but the buoyancy of puphood had left him a long time ago. Naturally he was not an excitable character; he was languid and strove to be as lazy as a stray dog could possibly be. So far Uri hadn't quite succeeded in that department — there was always a reason to move, no place he could call his own, always the need to hunt and traipse around the city like a ghost. He just could not find peace. The flat-coated retriever huffed irritably and shook his head, watching with bitterness simmering on the roof of his mouth as the sun dipped back behind the cloud. He growled and slumped off the bench onto the platform, it would do him good to hunt, it always took his mind off all the things that so easily infuriated him.
Bird is the word w/ Raysha