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| Matty is smitten by the little deviate hatchling...better than bitten! |
What do you get the girl who has everything? Who never seems
to need anything…or anyone? He saw that her face and eyes were puffy: she had
been crying, and denied it. He found the places, the haunts, where betrayers
dwelled, translucent dream pools shimmied, wearing feathered ferns and vines,
like an elaborate headdress. He gathered up what rare things he could, things
that would look beautiful on her. It was nothing, really. While she was in town
she got the wrapped letters: one had holes poked through. She heard a tiny squawk,
and he was hers. The perfect gift.
What a nice gift!
ReplyDeleteBetween your poem and this pet, it was like my birthday!
Deletethose raptors are cuties :)
ReplyDeleteHe refuses to go in my bags like a toy chihuahua, but if I let him roam free he's surprisingly well-behaved!
DeleteIs that a little Deviate Hatchling? I'm glad it managed to poke little air holes, you two look lovely strolling through Stormwind on a starry night!
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed - I intended to add the caption last night, but you are truly a purveyor of pets! He is cute as he can be, and a remarkable surprise!
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