An Uncertain Return

January hushers in the shivering coldness as feathery snowflakes descend on roads over the steep ridge which abruptly plunges into a foamy sea and their whiteness glistens into the blue lake without the presence of ducks; stillness is found in space and also amid boulders! The poor hummingbird searches everywhere for his mate, who has gone for days looking for soft cotton for the pricky nest made of boughs he found last spring; ah, the hunter shot him in the left wing thinking he was an intruder...he fell nearby the tranquil lake, and it's hard for him to reach home anytime soon! Ah, he often comforted a solitary beagle with a fur of brown confined to a cage in a room of gloominess and dire feeling! They both miss each other's company in lonely moments and can't escape the bitter cold that has brought in winter before its due time, how delightful was Autumn when they watched together the undulating auburn leaves! Soon trees will be bare and turn unto ugly and eerie skeletons, showing their misery and go into lethargy; can the unhappy hummingbird wait any longer, many don't return from their dangerous journey and could the same inevitable, fatal fate be anticipated for his adored and lost mate? How will she spend her nights and not express anger? Do birds mourn the loss of whom reminds them of glittering skies?