My pc is about to die so if you don't see me around thats why it wont hold a charge or ven charge plugged in so yeah.

The doe shivered, ears flattening as she took a look around. She could hear them whispering, hoofbeats pounding and adrenaline spiking.

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You missed it! HOW COULD YOU?! Jk, I forgive you. ;3

I'll be back later. Taking a break.

I now carry the bluebird's lifeless body with me. Somehow, I have to get it back to its family.

I tried several times to get spells from De Drinkplaatz... but only once did I become a crow. My belly had been too full of water and there had been no room for me to fly straight enough... outside the misty mushrooms you lose your magic, it seems. But now I lay on the cool stone of the bridge, trying not to retch.

His family must wonder where he has gone.

I can not bring the life back in to the bird, now, as bugs crawl over his carcass. I have vainly tried to shoo them away, but it has not worked any. I give up on that. I have even tried to drown the bugs by dipping him in the water, but that only made him stink, and not all the bugs drowned... more came. Now, he sits by me in the sunlight, the breeze ruffling his lusterless feathers. His eyes, I have closed, but I can still feel them boring in to me.

How could I, a bare spiker, have killed him? He was so beautiful.

And how do I get him to his family?

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To keep those tears at bay
And say those words of loyalty
When your heart is wrenched from it's rightful place
Slap to the face

A punch in the gut
Your energy drained
But still that love remains
It's a fire that always burns
No matter how much it rains

I reached for a star that was falling
I just wanted to put it back in place
But it burned my hands
Maybe know with the rejection on the other side
He can heal in his own time
I wish I was just pawn in place
To play apart in this game
But a pawn could never feel so strongly this way

Till the dying day
You have my heart
I watch you
From afar
Because you won't allow me by your side

You won't be forced
These reptitve words must be soo tiresome for you by know

But even if you could never love me in this way
It's ok
But my heart is forever in your hands
Foolish girl I might seem
At least to you
Please forgive me
In the future no matter whom you choose to be with
A friend you'll always have in me.

I'll burn these hands a thousand times
To keep your world from falling down.

she's happy and grace

~The Blackbird.~

We do not know, the lives of birds. In the forest, we can not see so high. The canopy extends so much farther than the eyes of a deer can. Even those of us with wings... they can not reach the top of the canopy, where the birds gather in a net of branches. Up there, they flit to and fro in the green and golden world.

How do I know? My friend, the bluebird, told me as much. That is how I know.

He told me, his feathers ruffling to catch the heat of the day, that it was brighter up there with the birds. You could see the sun, he told me. There was no canopy above him, just the blue sky we as deer only glimpse through the trees sometimes, and stare in to above the pond, but cannot reach like my friend the bluebird can. He can skim it, he says, and it feels like water. It feels like home to the bluebird in the trees. There is constant song unlike the ones we hear. It is a whispering song, interspersed with trills and twitters and the occasional squawk of upset or caw of a large crow come to tell of the activity of De Drinkplaats as he had seen it. There is always a shade of gold on the air, he told me. It is like the pollen that floats among the deer has dyed that air.

The place sounds beautiful, I think. Though I am only a deer, I would love to fly that high. Maybe I would be a crow or a white dove when I grow up, when I can keep our magic.

The birds have no magic, though, seeing as they do not need it. The bluebird told me how it felt to have wind beneath his little wings. He told me that he could sing. He told me that he could teach me to, but that he would only stay awhile, until I grew up, but not all the time. Right now, he said, that he had to fly away. I jumped up, hoping to catch him and bring him back, but my little teeth snapped down on his wing. He cried out, dropped to the ground.

I tried to say sorry, but he just would not reply... he would not wake up. No more would I hear of the secret life of birds.