Thank God For My Song Bird

The spring leaves crunched when I put my paw on the ground as I carefully crept up to the unsuspecting rabbits. Just when the rabbits started to get comfortable I leaped. I hated the taste of rabbit but how else can I survive, I mean food isn’t just lying around waiting for you to stumble across it. But there is one advantage of chasing rabbits; a few graceful seconds of flying in mid-air before the kill.

Being a werewolf doesn’t always go my way. I miss seeing my baby sister, Annabelle giving me kisses when I read her stories. I miss the taste of ice cream melting on my tongue in the hotter months when I have to stay unseen by fear that I will become a hunter’s prey. Yet when the winter comes I will become full human like them.

My mother released me into the woods when she saw me transform. She thought I was taken into the arms of the devil. Now when the cold comes out from hiding, I live in an old shed. Even thought the timber’s rotting, the metal’s rusting and the roof is leaking it is a place I call home. Unfortunately.


I rip into the rabbit, for it is the only food I’d had all day. Then I that made me stop stiff like the sharpness of a razor blade had touched my skin. I was shocked but suspicious because how often do you see a ghost coming towards you. Checking, I sprinted straight for her. My body went right through her ghostly self and I was ecstatic like a child who had entered a cake superstore with 20 dollars in their hand.

Her plaited hair glowed blue and yet her appearance made me suddenly speechless. I felt a jolt of joyfulness to see her but woeful when I considered the sorrow that Natasha held from the last time we parted. She made a hand movement that simply said ‘come with me.’ I was hesitant out of fear but agreed because I trust Natasha with my body and soul. She ran like a thrilled schoolgirl going a well-deserved recess.
I soon caught up to her. I mean not many creatures can out run a werewolf, even a ghost. Natasha led me into a dusky cave. Towards the end of the cave was a dim light.
I was slightly puzzled at the fact that Natasha had leaded me into this cave at one o’clock in the afternoon. Was it for leisure, exploring, fact checking, time wasting or quality time?
“Where are we going?” I asked hesitantly. She just kept racing and said, “ Just follow me and do what I say when I reach the gem.” What gem? I kept saying my head. Obediently I did what I was told.
When we reached the gem I felt like I knew what to do all ready. It was a buzzy feeling like a thousand bugs tickling my head all at once. Then I got a cold shock and before I could stop it my hand wrapped around the blue gem in front of me.
Natasha slapped her hand on top of mine with a puzzled expression on her pale face. Even though it was slightly chilly and damp inside the cave, I still got a warm sensation when she layered her hand on mine. (Even if it didn’t touch mine but went through) By the smile that appeared on her lips, I could tell that she felt it too. She tried to twine her fingers around mine and squinted her eyes. Her mellow voice sang,


“ By a fleeting touch of your hand

You light up my skin and my heart

And I know that you are the man

With whom I just can't bare to part.

I feel love and passion so deep

That I'd rather spend every night

Watching you quietly as you sleep,

Shining softly with love so bright.
Not a crush, nor habit

No, I know now I've found in you

The love of my present and past,

The star that shall never go out,

There's no other power so strong, 

No emotion, no bond of trust,

Life without you is just all wrong,

You are my first love and my last. “
I wiped a tear from my eye because though all my fur she sees the 17-year-old boy, with emerald green eyes and sandy blonde hair that she met 2 years ago, before she died. And before I changed completely. She was always like a songbird to me because she had a voice that could melt the stingiest men in this world. My songbird.
Abruptly a flash of yellow light sparked around the cave. My heart dissolved when she look at me with those almond brown eyes. She coiled her soft fingers around mine: Vines tangling around a Doric column. But then I realized two things. Why weren’t Natasha fingers fading though mine? Why do I have fingers?
I looked down and saw legs. I’m human. And so is Natasha.
“How did you do this?” I shouted. I cold barely hold my anticipation.
“I discovered it when I was searching for you. There was a wise gypsy inside who told me about it,” she said calmly.
I could reverie of it now; we would get a job, buy a house, get married and live the rest of our lives remembering this moment. I couldn’t think of a better dream.

Thank god for my songbird.