Umbrella

Black Chicken is no more.

My Umbrella of Protection wasn't wide enough to keep her safe.

My Umbrella of Protection is barely wide enough to keep me and the kiskas safe these days. Tough times. Sigh.

I am sad but trying not to be sentimental about it. Nature red in tooth & claw, and all of that.

Still.

I dream of a universe where innocent creatures can frolic happily and carelessly. And maybe cynical creatures, too.