28 ~ view from the edge of a cliff...

The moment he stepped outside of his burrow, he was met by the blinding light of the sun. It was almost springtime where everything felt so brand new. But he wondered where his mother has gone. He whimpered as tears welled up in his eyes. Walking aimlessly, he let out crying sounds only he could understand.  Anyone or anything who could hear his whimpers, grunts and cries would know his sorrow and sympathize. But it is a cruel world; no one would seem to care except for the beast of prey who would interpret the sounds he made as an invite to a sumptuous meal.

As his burrow faded from his sight, he did not seem to care. In his mind, he longed to be back in his mother’s arms. He kept on walking until he arrived at the edge of a cliff. He clearly saw the vastness of the world he must now tread alone by himself. He was amazed. But the pain he felt was more real. Though quite young, he let out his first howl onto the valley that lay before him. He shouted as hard as he could, hungry and tired he may be. Haunting and heart wrenching is how it sounded like. If only his mom could hear, she would have been proud. Yet, it was something his mom would no longer be able to hear...

Tired and weary, he  lay down as tears fell off his cheeks down the earth below. Spring may herald new life. But for him, spring is a sad awakening at life.