THROATY CROAKS RISE over the river, mingled among reeds and under the moist mud beneath the fire-adorned birches lining the shore. The harmonious frog choir attracts a family of fat muskrats and a lost fawn. A shy shunk also listens from behind the largest birch. Its striped bark is a perfect camouflage. Shifting her weight, she digs her dainty claws through the mud; being farther from the water, it blows tiny black plumes onto her muzzle, darkening her face. As far as she’s concerned, it’s better camouflage this way. Still… A tiny part wonders if she should try and say hello…
Written: 27 Feb 2016
Inspired: music from Over the Garden Wall + ?
A/N: I’m not sure if birch actually grow near water but I wanted to keep the imagery. If they don’t, imagine they’re special water-birches.