Scratchy and Butterfly

"The tip of her wing grazed the water lightly where only moments before she had seen the shadow move. She heard the rumors about a lone scratchy fishy. Possibly the only one of its kind. Roaming the dark water with his eyes to the sky. With each careful swoop she moved close to the swirling, beautiful blue."

[Dream Brother - The lives and music of Jeff and Tim Buckley, David Browne]