For Sonya’s three line tales prompt.
photo by Clever Visuals via Unsplash
Robin sits on the empty feeder with feathers ruffled by the wind and cold combing through the fluffy down next to its skin.
The feeder is empty like the countryside, fallen quiet because they have all gone away, leaving only snow behind them.
Robin peers through the falling flakes, smells only winter in the wind and knows, somehow, in the cold creeping ever closer to the warm core of its tiny body, that this winter will never end.