Calico Frost

The wind blows in my face, and I shiver. It's so miserably cold. I feel soft, little things pelting my coat. Lifting my hands, I reach them out and find little white dots speckling them.

I've seen a penguin in a trench coat 

Questioning the tide.

I've seen a pigeon on the couch 

Licking chip salt from its wings. 

The albatross watched from high above

at the calico cat slinking across the forest floor, a view of the situation from the ground among the trees and undergrowth

the queen bee flitting around, ordering her subjects

I stopped here. I ceased my walking and stood here, for as long as I needed to be until they came. I wait for them. They haven't come yet.

I'm so sick of fighting to be with people who don't want me.

I'm so tired of feeling like I will never be good enough for anyone.

I just want to feel wanted.

I don't want to wish I was someone else,

 Loyal

Opportunity

Virtuous

Eccentric

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Lethargic

Oblivious

Volatile

Ephemeral