First the girls came by in their search for food on the cusp of Winter and Spring treading close but wary of every nuance of movement every wisp of a blade of grass bent in the air
they came every day while the sun lay low in a sky where days still short spoke of sunsets filled with color but at times rift with storms eager for apples filled with tasty, sweet juice
sadness came as their search for food was replaced with the need to find shelter to birth new life each day as dusk neared waiting, watching for them to arrive and feel safe enough to meander and eat