What if my spirit animal were a fox, red fur shining in setting sun as I roam the fields. Would you love me then? What if my spirit were an eagle, with head and tail of white ruling the sky as I watch the land from a perch on high. Would you love me then? What if my spirit animal were a salmon, traveling the world to return to the same river, fighting the current. Would you love me then? But I am a mouse, a nervous little thing observing, as I nibble at the scraps hidden from sight. isn’t that enough? ©️ Emma Steel
Aww, sweet! Made me LOL and coo at the same time. 😄👍
She is a cutie!
Love this one!
Some days my smallness just fits, not as a flaw but a feature.
Indeed!
Aww, sweet! Made me LOL and coo at the same time. 😄👍
She is a cutie!
Love this one!
Some days my smallness just fits, not as a flaw but a feature.
Indeed!