Feral bone spirit, ep 23 : Branches
Shaking and pulling and gnawing
the snowy pines are resisting
to the last idea of spirit
to bring branches to the rabbit
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
Shaking and pulling and gnawing
the snowy pines are resisting
to the last idea of spirit
to bring branches to the rabbit
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
The spirit had an idea to please rabbit
Digging the mountains for delicious roots
It doesn’t remember the taste nor the look
But the more the better, isn’it ?
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
How long will you sleep?
How many days and nights?
All I can do is watch
You tiny little rabbit
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
This new duster works like a charm, Madam !
No more spirit of the dead haunting the books.
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Waiting becomes hard when you have a goal,
The spirit knows the rabbit’s alive and breathing
Buy why is it all day and night long sleeping,
Tucked tight and deep in his warm hole ?
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
Jumping from wind to wind
Higher and higher in the sky
Trying its last resort to find
Where the rabbits’s hiding
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
The search continues, up in the mountains
The spirit walked every path, searched everywhere
The critters keeps hiding and fleeing its scent
The spirit is alone now, and silence reigns
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
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
A new leg the spirit has found,
Strong, clawed and furry,
The wolf licks his wounds,
Where his used to be
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
The battle lasted until morning
Blood and guts dripping abundantly
Barely breathing, barely living
The wolf lost, the spirits has victory
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit