With your wings guilded in browns and greys you glided smoothly across the forest breeze. Light pains of the wind brushed against your feathers this bitter winter but, it came much to normal now. Your wings were numb. Couldn't feel one feather at this very point. Seeing the last few leaves of autumn fall past you were gentle, delicate, floating swiftly in a premade pattern below. A bronze leaf landed perfectly onto you making you loose balance once the pins and needles kicked in. The shuffled flight of the robin soon came crashing into the cold stone. Drowning. Cold. Completely alone waiting to be eaten by hungry predators. The same as a sinking feeling known all too well. It took you down with it.

(Updated March 27th 2019)

Some more trodding until the cold stone of the fountain is against your hooves. – The thirst for water was a deadly luxury. Sparkling with an unknown trait, this strange water looked appetizing. Sniffing at it until ready, you lapped it up until your thirst was gone. Tilting your head back up, your antlers knocked into an upper branch, shuffling against leaves. Shaking off excess water on your fur, you stepped away. An overwhelming feeling then consumed you. This water was not normal. Definitately not normal. Perplexed on whether it was pain or shock your body felt irregular. Almost shapeshifting. You were no longer a deer yet a bird. A robin with wings ready to soar. Take lift into the sky. Change may be hard to overcome yet its all in time to adjust.