Wandering through the West Wing woodland I hear rustling. I think maybe it was a hedgehog or a squirrel but then a flash of white caught my eye, it flickered, its movements were staccato, i think it was frightened, it was almost shivering with fear at what I can only assume to be from fear of seeing me. It settled on a branch and I approached slowly trying not to frighten it with the crackling of leaves under my feet or a sudden movement. It seemed to be less quivery now and it held my gaze, studying me with intent. Then it was gone.
White, delicate and earthy, with piercing blue eyes.
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