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A Heart Left Behind
Ignatius the fox stands in a house. The sight of it is familiar to him. The yellow painted walls give a comforting embrace to the young kitsune....Swaying his tail side to side for a second he walks around the room which sings a mellow song that warms the heart. He runs his paws over the familiar objects. The made up bed. The two french doors of the closet.
Even the windows say "Home" to the young kit. He moves to one of the windows and opens the blinds. The sunlight filters throughout the entire room, illuminating every inch.
Ignatius settles into his chair and approves of the comforting safety of his room. Taking one last look at the surroundings he knew for 9 years, he closes his eyes and sadly returns to an unfamiliar place, away from the heaven of his room.
This place is not home. There is sunlight but the kitsune does not recognize it. The walls are whitewashed, the room narrow. The yell of angry parents fill the air. Realizing it was only a dream he sits down at his chair and disapproves of this room, its unfamiliar, small and grey. Ignatius' sharp ears droop and his eyes start to tear up. He lays his head down, hoping to return home once more.
"Home is where the heart" Mine however has been left behind......
Ignatius the fox stands in a house. The sight of it is familiar to him. The yellow painted walls give a comforting embrace to the young kitsune....Swaying his tail side to side for a second he walks around the room which sings a mellow song that warms the heart. He runs his paws over the familiar objects. The made up bed. The two french doors of the closet.
Even the windows say "Home" to the young kit. He moves to one of the windows and opens the blinds. The sunlight filters throughout the entire room, illuminating every inch.
Ignatius settles into his chair and approves of the comforting safety of his room. Taking one last look at the surroundings he knew for 9 years, he closes his eyes and sadly returns to an unfamiliar place, away from the heaven of his room.
This place is not home. There is sunlight but the kitsune does not recognize it. The walls are whitewashed, the room narrow. The yell of angry parents fill the air. Realizing it was only a dream he sits down at his chair and disapproves of this room, its unfamiliar, small and grey. Ignatius' sharp ears droop and his eyes start to tear up. He lays his head down, hoping to return home once more.
"Home is where the heart" Mine however has been left behind......
I wrote this in english class....This is truly how i feel about where i am in New Zealand......Imagine moving from a house somewhere and forgetting something that you tucked away, something special......Iv'e left my heart behind in Texas....Or rather....It wouldn't leave anyways.....
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