The friends had looked through heavy sherds*.
There was a beast... It was not big.
Nils tried to guess, looking at nose,
the kind. It seemed it was a lynx.
And He was right. A furry pad**,
squeezed through cold stones, had proven the guess.
Small Bee and Nils took heavy stones
and threw them down the sloping side
of the high mountain. The lynx walked
a little deeper into mouth
of a dark cave. Nils threw away
the last cold sherd and cleared the way.
The friends went into the dark cave.
Bee was behind the Nils broad back.
The cornered lynx had jumped ahead,
knocking them down. The friends then fell
and laying stones had come alive,
rolling down slope, they bore two lives...
by Thea Ariss
04.10.2025
*sherd - черепок
**pad - лапа
Falling. The tale of the winter forest
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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