The caught kite
The tree branches looked up at the colourful kite, and since it was winter, and the world was white, black and grey, they wanted some colour for themselves…and they caught it and kept it!
It reminded me of
and his running battle with the
I was debating whether to go for a walk, or to practise…and meanwhile I got an SOS call from upstairs…so now I am looking after the Crawliflower (I also call her my grand-totter!) while DnA catch up on zzzz’s!