Written for: Sunday Muse #109
Scarlet roses interlaced swirls
of blonde hair, a contrast
to her pale, fair face. In plucking
her flowers, thorns pierced her fingers,
prickling them with beads of blood
and grime. Her snow-hued sister chose
white roses for her raven hair.
Though less thorny, they pinched
her sensitive skin. And so the sisters
sought solace in the red-furred fox,
stroking his thick coat, cuddling.
Long, sharp claws protruded
from his paws but the sisters knew
he would never harm them.