Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

Twice she was rewarded. Twice she won, her prize a smile. Small but there. That was enough.

She shook her head. Naw. A forest sings their own songs if you listen. Birds Twitter. The river bubbles
 Even the sound of the undergrowth, a hunter. You can make melodies from the mundane. Father says that listening is just as important as speaking. Even if I forget sometimes.

I'm not that small.