He heard the nightingale sing from atop a tree.
The night songstress' trills led the trickster
Up the trunk and into the canopy.
Just as he reached her branch,
He fell into the brush below and broke his knee.
He hopped and cried back to his home.
She gathered straw, grass, and twine
And entered his burrow to nest and mend his wound.
feel the waltz
was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music - do i wake or sleep?
-thomas macker
i think this story and the images in it are beautiful. i'm not even entirely sure thomas macker is the one who wrote it, i think he did though.
either way, enjoy it
edit:
electro forest. thanks for stickin around