Together they huddled atop the old tree stump. The worldly wise woman, she stopped and she spoke. Two birds listened intently. She asked their advice on the state of the world. Still they listened intent, as her tongue spilled words, Words tinged with tangerine sorrow. They nodded their heads knowingly. Uttered no responses
She reached into her scarlet shoulder bag. The bag with coloured glass beads on. She fetched some worms from the bottom. She presented them to the beautiful couple. Maybe they were a wedding gift. They savoured the worms. The wise woman removed her magnificent heavy ebony cloak, Removed her raggedy black dress. Kicked off her shoes. A glint in her eye. A caw and a noisy squawk. Away they did fly. Three birds, free birds.
Passing stranger found the discarded attire. Put his hand into the bag. Seeking nothing more than information. Sadly all he did was opened up a bag of worms. Worldly wise,worried worms. (c)Livvi