After that, the cat did return occasionally to sleeps on the rock during the last days of autumn.
Winter came, and the snow covered the rock, forcing it to closes its eyes and wait for spring.
Upon the return of the sun, when the snow melted away, the rock waited again for the cat.
Slowly, the rock started to purr.
The cat came back, thirsty.
He sniffed for a while the rock, cautious, jumping away a few times when it blinked again. The rock keep gazing intensely at him, following every movement, trying to guess where and when this furry visitor will return in its field of vision.
After many circling around, the cat decided it was no threat. And took a nap on top of it.
The afternoon was warm, only grazed by a gentle breeze. A gentle purr could be heard through the woods, echoing with the sporadic buzzing of the mountains bees.
– what are you ?
– …
– you smell funny
– …
The sentient rock blinked. startling the cat who fled instantly.
Why did you cut my tree ?
It was mine. I planted it.
I watched it grows.
You cut it.
I will cut too
I will cut you.
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook
I searched long and hard, the mountains and the plains
I found it in at last ! The source of all, flowing free,
Crystal pure water, nectar to the palate that stings the mind
All along the way, it was there. Within myself.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Solstice’s over. Hope it brought you good luck and fortune.
Now take a break, and stroll to a places you’ve never been.
Feel the unknown, breathe a new air, smell new scents
The world is vaster that you can imagine or conceive.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Solstice’s over. Hope it brought you good luck and fortune.
Now take a break, and stroll to a places you’ve never been.
Feel the unknown, breathe a new air, smell new scents
The world is vaster that you can imagine or conceive.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
The spirit has no rest, relentless, it searches
The rabbit is nowhere to be seen, hiding,
Hiding from the smell of blood and beast
The bones has a scent now, scent of killing
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
There’s not a lot of sun deep here in the woods. It’s gonna take a while.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
