The Forest Pegasus

The forest Pegasus is a magical, mythical creature. They are found sometimes in the forests searching for food. If you ever come across one never come to close because they can be dangerous creatures. They can shatter things like trees, bushes, ground and many more but remember they only do this stuff when they are angry.

Their Emergence

They have a horn that looks like the tippy top of the Big Ben, their curls are as luscious as a strawberry smoothie and their skin is as soft as melted butter.

What they eat?

They eat grass and fruits and vegetables that grow in the forest and sometimes they eat worms and insects to grow more.

What is ___?

What is fast?

A blazing cheetah waiting to jump me any second sooner, a sharp light glowing in the faint sound of night, Usain Bolt trying to outsmart me.

What is slow?

A smelly tortoise wanting some love and care, a dying hyena praying it wouldn’t die,  a slimy slug needing some support to walk faster.

What is hot?

A scorching hot stove trying to make me warm, a flaming cake wanting to be eaten, a burning lolly melting second after second.

What is cold?

A tasty tounge tickling ice cream, A frozen bag of vegetables grossing people out, the freezing , frosty snow as it takes back all the memories when we were younger.

What is heavy?

A bone breaking weight needing to break someone’s bones, a dull, old and rusty shed full to the top, a large sickening elephant wanting to make someone death.

What is frail?

A  jar filled with nothing but dead little insects needing another life, a  breath taking moment breaking peoples hearts day by day, a piece of wallpaper scratching the walls.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* By Arwa*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I have never seen a shooting star, but I have seen a blasting rocket.

I have never  been fooled by a donkey, but I have been fooled by a horse.

I have never eaten a blazing ghost pepper, but I have eaten a fiery jalapeno!

I have never seen a yelling dog , but I have seen a squawking eagle.

I have never heard the faint sound of a dolphin , but I have heard the cry of a crane in need of food.

I have never seen a squawking pigeon , but I have seen a  crying pony

I want to paint..

I want to paint

the taste of scarlet strawberries that make the atmosphere feel free,

the smell of fresh vegetables getting boiled  hardly on the cooktop as the bubbles float like ducklings trying to escape a prison,

the sound of dogs barking as the trees sway in the deep ,dark of night.

I want to paint

The memory of  soldiers that risked their lives for  our country as the gun shots  swivel through their  bodies ,

The impossibility of  having future wars as the sun sets like dying flames,

The distance between the ocean and the dying sun seeking for more air as it weakens every second.