Small tits saw Brook in tears.
And they made the decision
to help in searches at dawn.
And just the sun rose up,
the birds set off. The scarf
of rainbow shew the road.
The forest pulled its branches
to catch the motley chained
fast pack of vivid tits.
But they flew very high,
protruding the blue sky
with loud chirpy whistle.
They asked the forest beasts
about the thin missed
brown flute from supple hazel.
The beasts shook their heads,
denying the flute theft.
The tits then flew away.
The birds wanted to stop
the searches, but they had glanced
at someone moving right.
They flew down to the one.
It was the gnome. He crumped
the flute in wrinkled arms…
by Thea Ariss
17.10.2024
Searches. The Kingdom of Streams
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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