“We step into the forest. Sound carries far here in the trees. Snow slides off a tree, some creature shuffles through the wood, branches snap. Out of the corner of one eye, I see the flash of colored feathers. A yellowhammer. Black eyes flickering in hedgerow, tiny breast plumped out in yellow livery, streaked with colors rich and brown. Calling in winter song:
– a little bit of bread and no cheese –
– a little bit of bread and no cheese –
Moments later, the bracken flutters, a shadow darts into the wood.”
-- from the novel Sinful Folk (Sinfulfolk.com)