Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Small Stone: Buffy

The sun is going down. It's time to tuck in. A few more grass blades and then, a flutter, a run. Cowering down, afraid. But cooing, then clucking, she knows it's better in the cozy coop. At least for the night.

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