Copper.

Malleable and soft, that's the way she's going to be for the rest of her life, so she thinks. Just like Copper. Well, but Copper is a little squirmy wriggly pom-fox puppy, no? Ah. He's brown like the autumn leaves which fall to the ground eventually. Copper, copper.
She thinks that maybe a little sleep and bluff might work its way around to something a little more hopeful. Maybe. Yes, then she figures that none of these words make any sense. She should just let go of everything she's doing and find rest in the shadows of His wings.