Raven Malachite

She Akin to I

Dew drops onto my nose from the bush which hangs over my den. Eyes fluttering open, I stretch my legs forward, claws extend and lightly graze the dirt beneath me. The birds sing and speak to one another, about the sun, the worms, and the fresh scent of rain. Another drop splashes onto my paw, and I shake it off lightly. Rising to arch my back, fur bristling, jaws extended in a yawn, my gaze turns up toward the sky.