Drabbles: Odds and Ends

A tribute to Werecat’s haiku “Brown Spirit”

“Put aside that old injury. It is time to let go!” The white wizard advised. He was on his way to the Grey Havens and had come to bid a friend farewell.

The younger man stroked a black cat that was curled up on his lap.

“A fool, he called me,” he said in a low voice. His eyes were gentle and brown, the same colour as his robes. A sparrow on his shoulder nibbled at his earlobe.

“But I have only praise for you, and respect,” said Gandalf. “Walk the vast forests of Arda, and be happy, my friend.”