The parrot’s green eye never changed. The lion never hid. Even the zebra owned its stripes. Why was he cursed to keep shifting, never just being?
Then the shadow came — silent, hungry.
Others scattered, exposed.
He stayed still.
Invisible.
Safe.
Maybe he was never changing. Maybe he was always himself.
Kezang Choden is a writer who finds stories in the quiet, overlooked moments of life.
thoughtful
Thank you Joanna !
Love this!
Glad you enjoyed!!
Wild Kingdom vibes.
Welcome to the jungle
Nicely done, Kezang. Very Zen
Thank you so much dear !