By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
The Sunday Whirl
Hosted by bwarren
Three glum birds searched the willowy forest for more of their kind. Finding only bones in the trickling river, they realized they had lost their families to pollution, plight, famine, and the dreaded hunter.
They heard the gentle hum of their families spirits before an evil growl above them spoken of in the myths of their ancestors, invaded their peace. The three little birds had to run hard and long to find a hiding place, where they stopped to pray for safety from the vicious hunting dogs and their cruel human masters.