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[littlekittylistener]

The Crow's Call

Glancing up at the cloudy sky,

an unspoken tension present, it was clear

Something was about to happen.

Their was a silhouette circling,

Circling, above the field to the East

Watching and scheming,

Yellow eyes looking intently

Scrutinizing each blade of grass,

Watching for one thing,

My eyes fall down to the flat field,

Watching just as intently

As the circling silhouette,

And amongst the grass, I see

A small furry blob,

The warm browns and hazel

Of the it's fur shine in the warm sunlight.

The small loaf-like creature then moves,

Gently hoping forward,

It's long ears perk up

and it's soft black eyes glance around,

It's little white tail flicking slightly.

The small creature wanders the field,

Unprotected, unaware of it's vulnerability,

Unaware it's being watched,

Unaware of the danger.

The sharp yellow eyes of the silhouette in the sky

Pick apart the small creature silently,

Planing the next move

As the bird's red feathers shift,

changing It's path of flight,

However,

what the the bird doesn't know is that

It's being watched too,

Looking towards the the south side

Of the flat field,

There is a small forest,

And hundreds of small eyes are glaring out of it,

Watching the birds every move,

Every time it swoops close too it

Small murmurs and threatening whispers arise,

Then suddenly, the tension in the air snaps,

The small furry creature jumps,

The bird swoops past the forest

Grazing it's leaves as it dives for the creature,

But it is stopped by a scream, a shriek,

Loud cries erupt from the forest

As a flurry of charcoal feather take flight,

Their cries and screams of anger

Ring throughout the air,

Each sound scraping at my ears

And igniting a spiking fear,

People open their window

And stand in their gardens, looking over fences,

Investigating the cry of bloody murder,

Drawn to the commotion,

The mass of black feathers, stone grey beaks

And angry gazes rush towards the bird,

The bird that was once filled with confidence

Is now recoiling in fear,

Is flies high, trying to gain distance

From this monster,

The feathered monster shouted at the bird,

It's shrieking voice like death itself,

Although I couldn't know what they said,

I understood what they ment,

I understood everything word,

It said:

"you came to our home,

our place of solidarity,

And you brought violence,

And threats of calamity,

No! We want you out,

We want you OUT!

So Get out!

Get out,

Get out!

GET OUT!"

As the creature cursed out the bird,

The bird fleas, not wanting to spend

another moment with the creature,

And when the bird is out of sight,

The creature calms

And the field is quiet once again,

The creature then falls apart, each voice returns,

Back to it's nest,

Back to it's family,

Back to it's home,

Back to the forest, where they all belong,

And everything is back to normal

Everything is peaceful,

Everything is calm, and most importantly,

Everything is quiet.

By Poppy Maxey :3

(Note: the animals talked about in this piece are a red kite, a murder of crows and a bunny/rabbit)

[littlekittylistener]

Intimacy

The room was quite, only the sound of the gentle breeze outside the window and the soft scratching of birds nesting on the roof above. The rhythmic tick of the clock filled any uncomfortable silence with a reliable grounding, reminding us of the moment as time passes by.

I could feel the warmth of her breath again the skin of my neck, the feather-like sensation sending shivers down my spine and causing a nervous wave of goosebumps to run down my body. The feeling of eachother's breaths minging together, the warm air between us, a reminder of our closeness. The thought of breathing in the air that she breathes out makes my cheeks warm slightly.

I would run my fingers leisurely through her silky hair, playing with the soft locks and feeling them between my fingers. We were laying on the bed, the duvet covering our forms, making us feel that much closer. I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against mine, and the way she would quietly hum an old melody, would create soft vibration that felt like a purring cat when you casually stroke it's fur.

My other hand rested on the small of her back, occasionally drawing shapes with my finger tips. I felt comforted by her warm presence, and I could feel how she enjoyed me as she relaxed into our close embrace. The way she seemed to relax when my hand grazed the center of her lower spine, or how she sighed when my knuckles rubbed up and down between her shoulder blades.

I could feel her delicate hands gently clutching the upper part of my back, her nails grazing the back of my neck when she hugs me closer. She would massage the muscles of my shoulders, helping me wind down from the demanding day while we revel in eachother's company at dusk. She would scratch softly at my back, stroking me as I mumbled softly about my day, my breath tickling the shell of her ear.

Her legs would hook around mine, locking out ankles together as if she was trying to prevent me from ever leaving. Like I would ever want lo leave her. I could feel her eyelashes flutter against my cheek as we both grew tired and more aware of the darkening sky outside the window.

And in the quiet, the comforting quiet, there was one thing that I could hear most clearly. The rhythmic sound of her beating heart. The tantalising thump of her pulse echoed in my ear that was practically pressing against her, my own loud heartbeat drumming alongside hers.

And as our minds drew tired, I looked at her with lidded eyes. Her sleepy eyes met mine and her pupils seemed to dilate at the sight of me, she gently smiled before burying her face in the crook of my neck as she began to drift of to sleep. In that moment, when she looked at me with those eyes, the details of her face seemed to become clearer.

And as I also began to succumb to sleep, the only thing I could focus on was her quiet breaths and her gentle heartbeat.

By PM :3

[littlekittylistener]

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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Silver ticket

Sitting at the station,

With my silver ticket,

Walking to the platform,

With my silver ticket,

My luggage by my side,

With my silver ticket,

Bordering the train,

With my silver ticket,

Sitting in a cold cell,

Without my silver ticket.

[littlekittylistener]

Flying

Through the light blue sea,

On your feathery ship,

You sail the clouds.

[littlekittylistener]

Balloons

1 little balloon didn't check the road,

When crossing,

1 balloon popped when sowing,

When winter snowed,

1 small balloon wanted to fly in the sky,

He didn't think it would be so high,

These poor balloons,

With wonderful colours,

Now Thay sleep,

Among the clouds and stars.

[littlekittylistener]

Arson

A burning flame,

Running with a pulse,

Sparks of light,

On a silver stone,

Null your feelings,

as you lose yourself,

In the burning flame.

[littlekittylistener]

Beautiful Eyes

Green eyes full,

Of luck and prosperity,

Blue eyes seek,

Seas and tranquility,

Brown eyes bring,

Warmth and well being,

Yellow eyes are,

For site seeing,

All wonderful colours,

Small and bright,

Yet always blinded,

By the sun's light.

[littlekittylistener]

A loving death

My blood boiling,

But chilled to the bone,

My body was spoiling,

Skin cold as stone,

My fingers lined with cuts,

My killer starring at me,

His eyes full of lust,

Left to drown at sea.

[littlekittylistener]

Foraging

Berry's and burrows,

Fruit and forest's,

Hold produce that should be cherished,

Apple's and alpine's,

Plum's and peaches,

You'll never find these at beach's,

The plentiful abundance of the land,

Sustains us while we gather.

[littlekittylistener]

Dandelions

I peeked between the petals,

Before my sun blooms,

Then after I settle,

Back in my leafy tomb,

Summer is when I'm seen by eyes,

For whispers of wishes,

Send me to the skies

[littlekittylistener]

Ocean's secret

As I frit and fraud,

Not gone still me,

As the soul's dance,

Beneath the deep blue sea.