Assault. The tale of the winter forest

The friends were laughing, eating mush.
They savored air and caught beams
of the bright sun. Bee's whitish face
looked rather better with light-pink
quite healthy blush. The falling left
a visible trace of wounds lace.

They were so happy of the end
of random walk, that did not gaze
a crouching vulture* in few steps.
It flapped huge wings and clunky settled
on the hot fireplace, dispersing twigs
around the halt. Nils shielded Bee.

The old huge vulture opened beak
and tried to catch the staying guy,
but savvy Nils took a burn twig,
pulled it ahead with a short cry.
The mountain face had answered then
by angry trembling: the bird set.

Then perky Bee took the backpack
and grabbed one cover from wool cloth.
She very hurried. The leg ached,
but it was time to cheat the foe.
The girl then threw it on the head
of the huge bird and jumped on back...

                by Thea Ariss
                15.10.2025

vulture* - гриф