A/N: Written for the:
Digimon non-flash bingo, #558 – Crest of Knowledge
Becoming the Tamer King Challenge, Data Forest task
Diversity Writing Challenge, c4 – poetry collection centered around a specific character
Crest for Knowledge
1.
He may as well speak a different language
for all they understood, but they listened anyway, listened
and became the focal point: the net that attracted stray flies
of thought, of theories – he could have talked
to an empty room instead but it wasn't the same. An empty room
couldn't listen, couldn't breathe in silent space, in dead air.
He explained and they didn't understand it all but still
they stayed: the trees and their breeze, they sat so underfoot
to the seeds he tended to could sprout.