curiousMigo

Afraid of the combat the little bird fled wrapped in the blankets she sat on it´s bed waiting in horror scared stiff to the bone there came a visitor found her alone He threatened her coldly with fiery demands offering her safety with a knife in his hands She bend under his urging singing a sad lullaby she found the cruel man cryinng and sleeping by her side the night still hide what happened but little bird had found in heart and mind well hidden the Unkiss and the Hound.