tama

i happened upon poppy flowers. it was like they were looking at me, and i didn't know what to do. i was going to sit beside them, but the ground was saturated, so when i stepped forward w my right foreleg, the spongy soil squelched, pushing rainwater up to my hove. i smelled petrichor; i thought it smelled nice with the poppies. i could've found hard ground, but i didn't want to move bc i thought i might offend the forest, poppies, dirt, etc.. if only the poppies' petals were dry, airy, soft like a finch's down feathers. i touched the tip of my nose to a petal, and i thought it's texture was velvety. "who's to say that they aren't?" i guessed. chirp. chirp. chirp. i caught a waft of another stag. chirp. chirp. when i turned my head left, i saw a snow white coat. its neck was bowed to reach a mushroom growing low on a sapling. chirp. chirp. its coat was brighter and more blue than other white coats, so i thought its dirt and dust might be falling to the ground. chirp. chirp.

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I love these entries.

Thank you, Tuo and Kohva!

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