
Flower flew quietly thru the woods. What a dark night it is? She thought to herself. Thank god she had told Daisy to stay home and take care of the tree. She landed gracefully on a branch then started to preen a feather that was out of place. She started humming to herself as she finished fixing that one out of place feather. Maybe she should pull it out. It was constantly getting out of place and felt raither uncomfortable. She stopped humming and listened to the night sounds around her. She sighed softly. Night time always had such a romantic sound to it. She added her own soft hoots to the song of the night.

