Anger. The tale of the winter forest

Bee sat inside and looked at Nils
by her big eyes, colored in brown.
The forest dusk did them too deep
to see the bottom of ones gulf.
She blinked so quickly, rising brows,
that Nils had smiled despite the wrath.

She tightened lips in guilty graph,
asking the friend without words
not to accuse her of escape.
Nils stood with his arms tightly crossed
on the broad chest. His brows were frowned,
hard eyes were drilling the small girl.

Nils thought to banish wordless Bee,
but there was forest in four sides...
The strongest anger hadn't eclipsed
the mind and He was forced to humble
himself and take the noisy girl
in the long trip. His worry rose...

- Where is the food? - asked Nils the girl .
- I'd thrown it out... - answered sad Bee.
- What we'll be eat? What were your thoughts?
Bee left the bag, and Nils took it.
He tried to get the shabby map:
the inner pouch* was wholly vain**...

                by Thea Ariss
                25.09.2025
*pouch - карман
**vain - пустой