Winifred never thought she was useless, or felt she was useless; until the day they tossed her out. She fell and broke her hip. Life was never the same after that. FL
Bloodied bones, left for now, in a nest, in the crook of the hoodoos.
Oh peace, quiet reverie; Listening to the birds cry. Sing to me sweet lullabies; Kiss me goodnight with your song. FL