Missing Pages & Scrawled Footnotes

by Ice Star

Dancer & Watcher [Poetry]

Author's Note:

This one is based off of a quote I've seen around before, and one I like quite a bit, as well as two recent pieces of filly Luna and Tia art I felt fit how I envisioned them exactly: Luna is quiet, shyer, and looks like there's something on her mind. Celestia is as elegant as a child can manage and tries her best to look pretty and be graceful. Also hecking loves flowers.

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Rain loosening her mane
She jumps alone
and splashes
a whole mess of mud
to wear in patches
for her dance
with steps meant for every puddle
to squash each bit of grass
stir every flower
and throw her laughter
past her fuzzy blue body
and little wings
so the sky can see
her smile that dwarfs the moon
but when the storm ends
She will scoop up all her wonder
and all her laughter
to keep inside
until it rains again
because this little dancer
is a flower that blooms
best in her own way

As the pitter-patter
makes all mud splatter
she dares not leave the shade
offered to her by the branches
of her tough perch
knowing that below is a sea of muck
in which her sister dances
Refusing to risk
sniffles, dirt, and mud caked into her mane
of the softest pink
she shivers and squeaks
hugging her fluffy body
to the tree's bark
feeling rather mature
and just a bit chilly
when the rain passes
she knows there will be flowers
waiting just for her
but for now
she is the watcher above
something that gives her
a familiar feeling