Post by Desi on Feb 10, 2011 12:23:47 GMT -5
(Found on google, for reference purposes only, copyrights to its respective owner)
Guinvere
Silver moonlight danced across the ice and snow beneath my tiny paws, it blended into my pelt as well. I smiled as I breathed deeply of the icy arctic air. This was home; this was where I was happy. I started out on my nightly trek across the lands and away from my den. First things first though, I had to eat. Moving at a decent clip, I covered much of the land away from my den mouth in a matter of minutes. Only once did I pause and wait, a polar bear and her cubs had just killed a young seal and were eating.
So out of respect I sat down upon a small snow covered rock and waited until they had taken their fill. As they were leaving I darted in to scavenge what I could from the remains of the carcass. When I was satisfied I headed back in the direction I was headed and paused where the snow blanket was softer. Here I buried my muzzle with snow and wiped off the remains of my meal. Then satisfied I trotted leisurely to an outcropping I’d found a few days ago and sat down upon it, looking out above the lands, my eyes fixed Heavenward.
I would remain on this outcrop until dawn started breaking over the horizon. Why would I sit out in the cold for so long, staring at the sky? You wonder, well, come join me and you shall see. As the moon rose higher, I smiled as the lights became visible. The aurora lights always made me happy, that’s why I sit out in the cold every night and stare skyward. The lights are never the same from one night to another, tonight it was a mixed blend of blues and purples. I stared at them fascinated as they danced above my head, but, though I looked occupied, try to sneak up on me, I’m always on alert.
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