On the other side

The little room is darkened
And on the straw-strewn floor
Front to back are cuddled
The little kids just now.

Their little hearts beat loudly,
And suddenly they hear
A crashing in the distance
What will become of them?

Their mother is out somewhere
In search of bread for them.
But she has just now come back
And whimpers as she wails:

"The enemy, my children!
We have to run off fast.
The forest, with its wild beasts
Will have to shelter us." ...