Staring deeply into the expanse of blue, I watch them drift in and out of my line of sight. Wispy pillows of white and gray, mottled like sunshine through leaves. Their astounding beauty captivates my very soul. I could watch all day, from the moment they’re silhouetted against the starry night to the moment they are painted pink with the morning… I would let dew rest upon me without notice. Through the day I’d watch them be purified white, then dyed crimson in the evening. As they fade from my sight, I’d mourn their loss.

I’d done so for years… and neglected to be captivated again until now.

What is it that captivates me so about the sky? What makes me wish to trace pictures in the clouds like sand? To swirl my hooves in the fluffy expanses like water?

I take an afternoon swim just to feel as if I am with those beautiful clouds. The water makes me reminisce… the memories both sweet and bitter. I never made it to those white tufts… not even when I flew.

Quickly, I submerge my head. Cold clarity will keep the Jay away. Unfortunately I need to breathe.

hey guys my fawn is going to become a deer tomorrow, marking my 30 days in TEF, so id like to know if someone would be willing to help me get the set i want tomorrow. id like to meet preferably by the old oak with a link to your pictogram! <3

Hi...
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You ignorant child
Do you really think
You could tame something so wild?

That a dragon would bow
To a little light
On the head of a cow?

What makes your head full
Of such laughable lies
Such pure bull?

Moss
I'm sorry to tell you
Of a terrible loss.

Your mind is cracked
Or had you forgotten
Just what you lacked?

I watched down
From that tree when you fell
Your brain splattering on the ground.

Has losing that filled
Your head with such lies?
Will you ever be smart and strong willed?

Or will you forever
Have the mind of a fawn
Learning more never?

Tut tut, Moss.
Have you already forgotten
That I am the boss?

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Go, jay.
You shall not again
Get in my way.

As I say, I repeat.
You will never
See me bow in defeat.

My tines will never adorn your crown
And you will never ever
See me bow down.


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-and again off the jay went
His seed planted
Hoping his luck was not spent.-