Maybe This Time
A Sugar Glider wants to get a little closer to nature.
This story was originally a submission to FurAffinity's [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thursdayprompt/Thursday Prompt[/url] writing group. The PDF version includes an illustration by [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/arinadler/[/url]ArinAdler[/url].
Maybe This Time
By: DankeDonuts
https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/
A Sugar Glider's membranes were just the thing to reach untouched hideaways beyond the nature trail.
Teardrop set down inside a little pocket of green, isolated from the sight and sound and scent of other Furs. Leaves all around, save for a circle of blue above. The singing of Wild birds, hushed during her landing, returned in force once she'd settled herself. Her two-toned blue-green fur melded in quite well with the partially-lit surroundings. The bright highlights amid the tips of her tail and ears, and within the center of her gliding membranes, added just enough illusion of random patches of sunlight to complete her camouflage.
Smiling lightly to herself, the young woman settled in for a good wait. Feeling the wind tickle her whiskers. Watching a little insect, a walking-stick, crawl along her shin. Hearing a beetle buzz by, come to inspect the acorns and leaves scattered about her short dress. All of them flitting sensations. Meant to be briefly savored, not to last.
With their leaving came a heightening of the chirpy music. A jot of blue, bouncing along a branch. A wee bluebird, coming out of the green. Its head twitching this way and that. It's beak open in song.
Teardrop's aquamarine eyes lit up. 'Could it work this time?' She gently placed her pals on the grassy earth, and rose to her feet. Slowly. Carefully. Passively.
The bluebird hopped backwards, closer the cover of leaves, but it did not flee. It stopped singing. Nervous.
Slowly, again, the Sugar Glider extended a paw. Not directly towards the bird. No, that would be too threatening. She pursed her lips together. Best as she could, she replicated the bluebird's song.
The curious little creature tilted its head. Then began singing once more.
She mirrored the tune.
The bird sang again, and left its perch with a flash of flapping wings. It set down upon the outstretch paw. Tiny claws gripping firmly.
Her heart pounding, Teardrop whistled a new tune. It replied, and two beings made music as one.
A perfect moment, meant not to last, that left the Sugar Glider smiling brightly.
Not at all like last time, when that fucking cardinal pecked her nose.