Mouth of death

The moon was shining brightly upon the wooden cottage built inside the forest. It was a little far away from the deeper forest area and more near towards the fresh water stream and mountains beside it. 

"Sleep little one, go on to sleep."

"So quiet are the meadows and trees." 

"Went to silence, the birds and sheeps."

"Even the buzz of bees."

"Shines bright the light of moon," 

"You shall open your eyes back soon."

A soft melodious lullaby was putting the small kid to sleep and even the little animals hiding behind the trees and the birds above them. 

"Sleep my little wolf," Isabella bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the forehead of her daughter when she heard her heartbeat going slow and breathing even.