Coba
Coba looked out through the bar’s of her cage at Rehtom. The bar’s were covered with chipped gold paint. Little bits of rust start to encroach what was once a beautiful enclosure. Sometimes the light would shine through the cracks of the drawn curtains just right so that the vibrant parts of the paint that remained would give off this heavenly glow. It was majestic enough to always bring Coba solace. Rehtom loved Coba… A face of soft creamy white feathers. This rounded heart traced the edges of Coba’s face. Soft and welcoming each feather delicately placed by fate.