Tag: npm 2019

NPM 15

NPM 15

by TheSecretLifeOfPandas ♥ 1 Comment

Step by step.

Slow, deliberate movements.

Arms outstretched, she pulls new life into being.

Evergreen, Persephone, the goddess always in bloom.

The snow melts under her feet as she banishes winter and wakes the earth from her slumber.

Gaea, arise, you are reborn ageless, draped in verdant beauty.

Persephone awaits you.

Call Diana’s moonlit maidens to join the dance, Spring has come.

NPM 13

NPM 13

by TheSecretLifeOfPandas ♥ 2 Comments

I am filled with a strange reassurance when I smell the salty, cornchip scent of a sleeping puppy beside me.

I know I am safe, because the moment I wake I can hear the soft rustle of fur and muscles stretching and dog tags jingling as he starts the morning with me.

Big brown eyes watch my every move and my every food.

A big brown nose bops me in the side when he deems he hasn’t received enough attention.

He does not snuggle but, the pitter patter of padded feet signal unconditional love arriving by my side.

My eternal puppy, it’s hard to see the passage of time in his face, but I see it in the way he lags behind on a long walk, or the way he waits for me to carry him in and out of the truck.

I try not to dwell too much on the passage of time or my heart will break.

What did I ever do to deserve such a good boy?

The fluff of my fluff, the love of my life.

NPM 12: For Cata

NPM 12: For Cata

by TheSecretLifeOfPandas ♥ 1 Comment

She comes in with fire cutting through the lingering chill of Winter, ushering in the Spring.

She’s all limbs and languid movements. Never in a rush, arriving perfectly on time.

Like a cat laying in a ray of light at just the right time of day.

She loves doggies and watching people fall.

Especially if they’re doing something stupid, they probably deserve it.

She loves a good laugh, even if it’s at her own expense.

Silly girl, who could possibly laugh at you?

And when she laughs and smirks at the absurdity of living, you cannot help but laugh with her.