For Pandora

She is left Abandoned, Living in the wildness With only paws and clawed friends to keep her company It was peaceful Quiet Only the sounds of paws hitting ground, crackling branches and running waters Until that morning A knock is rung throughout the tiny wooden home Her heart jumps, stops, then continues as she sits in her chair The sense of danger comes upon her, but her legs had a mind of their own As they scurried to the door And opened to nothing but the cold lingering winter air. And with the sight of something small in front of her toes before she leaves with a sigh, Her breath stops midway And she bends down, peering , while covered in wool blankets and white silk that brushed against the ivory snow. It was a box. As before, her hands had picked up the small container. Her fingers glided over the dirty metal square, dusting off to find deep swirls tattooing the box. Words were engraved on top. ‘For Pandora’ Her blood went cold She clutched tightly onto it, as her body wanted to drop it and run. The trees shivered along with her.
She wasn’t alone anymore.