The kitten had always loved to spend her time in the garden, rolling around in the green grass and hiding amongst the flora. She was a small creature, who always imagined herself to be a lot mightier than she actually was.
She was filled with wanderlust, wanting to explore every crack and crevice of the outside world, even beyond the small garden she was confined to. This garden, with itś neatly trimmed hedges and flowers so brightly colored it was almost unnatural, was the only sliver of the outside world the kitten was allowed to know. She had an entire house she could explore, but the kitten had always preferred the small garden. The fresh air was always a lot better than the stuffy air that came from the old victorian style home that the kitten was forced to call home. She couldn't fathom what was even beyond the gate that trapped her, or the reason as to why she couldn't go any further than her confinements allowed. What was so horrible? If the rest of the world was as peaceful and beautiful as the atmosphere around her now, surely there was nothing to fear. Today, the kitten was sitting near the ferns and roses, careful not to brush against the thorns. It was a lazy summer day, with a pleasant breeze that would send shivers up anyoneś spine. A red bird sat on top of the fence gate, avidly cawing down at the small creature. It almost sounded like laugher, the birdś caws and crows candid. This bird flew by everyday, always stopping to sit on top of the fence, never actually coming down into the garden to sit beside the kitten, or offer her some sort of friendship- or companionship at the very least. It never integrated itself with the kittenś small world down in the garden, and the bird didn't have any burning desire to anyways.
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Nikolova
9/21/2018 03:46:06 pm
What a cute little story!
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