Bright City Harvest
The birds took flight and circled the city, restless and weary. Their cries had her canting her chin back to gaze at the full moon sitting heavy and swollen in the darkening sky.
Autumn was settling in and the birds could feel it in their bones.
"The harvest is near," the birds were crying. "And winter follows quick, so quick, so quick."
Autumn was settling in and the birds could feel it in their bones.
"The harvest is near," the birds were crying. "And winter follows quick, so quick, so quick."
