Day 81 Ruminating And Writing

Captive

The little creature tossed and turned in the cage. It was nothing like she had seen before. She had trapped enough creatures in the forest to think she knew all sorts of what lived there, but this was the first of its kind. She turned her head, and the little dark fur ball stopped moving. She peered into it, and huge yellow eyes opened up to peer back at her.

“There you are,” she said. “I can’t have you roaming in from the portal. Earth is not made for you.”

The creature said no...