Song Bird

Native American

 

Microfiction

The mother of Song Bird prayed for her daughter all night that night. Running Doe had already lost one child, and she was not about to lose another one. At first she went outside and sensed the earth, feeling the worry leave her body, she felt lighter. She then went into the lodge and held Song Bird close, stroking her hair, and talking to her softly. Her husband Spotted Bull, was holding his daughter’s hand. He seldom showed emotion, but this night was different, tears streamed down his face.

The next day there was a meeting of the counsel. Hawk in the Sky was there, along with their spiritual leader, Standing on the Mountain. The old man Lone Horse was also there, with Spotted Bull, Two Eagles, Wolf, and Whirlwind. They smoked the pipe, and Hawk in the Sky shared his ideas for leading the people. The others listened. There were a few questions about how they would share responsibility, but no one objected. They would all lead as a group, but first they needed to take the whole matter to the people, and hear what they had to say about it.

One week later Song Bird was up and moving around, but she was still not allowed to play with the other children yet. Running Doe smiled as she handed her daughter another bowl of stew. Spotted Bull was content as they sat around the fire, and talked quietly. He commented to his wife, that there was a great peace among the people now.

Sunset

 

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Dawn in the Forest

Sunlight

 

Micro-fiction

Light exploded into the forest, and Hawk in the Sky woke up with a start. He had been fighting a demon, and was grateful for the intrusion of the dawn. Another face full of fangs, and burning eyes tried to return, until he shook it off and stood up. Nervous, he instinctively checked for his weapons. His horse stood by and snorted, as if to say, “C’mon let’s get going”. He called the spotted one to him, and slipped the bridle over his nose. He spoke softly, running a hand over the horse’s neck. He said how grateful he was to have him, and that none of the other horses had his good instincts for maneuvering during a hunt. It was true, and the horse shook his head in agreement.

The deer loved to eat in the great meadow, at the edge of the forest each morning. He would fight that demon another time, but right now it was time to hunt. He had a family to feed, and his wife would be waiting at their lodge. He rode the spotted one into the light.

Deer at Sunrise

 

 

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