Savannah
Savannah by Janet L. Stickney He stood in front of the headstone, tears in his eyes, remembering as the sunlight filtered through the leaves of the huge oak trees, littering the ground with pinpoints of moving light as it weaved it's way downward, splashing bright colors as it reflected off of the headstones. A chirping made his eyes wander to the treetops, and he watched as a huge robin landed on the headstone and looked at him; the bird thrust out his red plumage and cocked...