she never knew
carried in her little apron was a rock
smooth and simple, dark with a red speck
she had found it near the creek
where she saw the cardinal
the little bird had hopped around frantically
as if he was trying to warn her
she never knew about the wolf watching
but felt the rock meant something special
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