by Knightdaniru » 02/23/2010 12:10 PM
Yena didn't notice anything wrong with the birds. Song birds were airheaded most of the time and didn't see anything as a threat unless the creature was actually hunting them or too near there nests. The rest were scavenger birds, the most annoying things on earth, hoping for a bite to be left for them. Seeing this, Yena made sure to nibble every last string of meat she could off the bones, and chewed on the bones once she was done. If she had enough time, the bones would be nothing but dust. The scavenger birds would eat what ever food she stored no matter where she stored it, the pests. Not getting this meal, though...


You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth