Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker was so used to others following along, that she hadn’t even considered Falke and his companion might be thoroughly done for the day. At the announcement though, her head tilted, the smile never wilting, never fading, clear and beneficent in its quiet rhapsody. “You’re welcome!” So with a hearty wave and a nod, she slipped into the rest of the confines, continuing to traipse further into the midst of her necessities and actions. Lena responded in kind to the monkey as well – warm, bright, merry, linings of merriments between newfound friends. “I will! You be careful!” And then each could fade into their activities for the rest of the lined hours, content.
{FIN}
{FIN}
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
