During the autumn, Serenity, a humble scrub jay living in the countryside loved to nestle up beside the leftover fire pits the people had left to run down. She loved to feed upon the roasted peanuts left out as bird food. She would take the peanuts one by one, and bring them over to the fire as it died away into the cold, crisp afternoon. Serenity loved to watch the gold and orange leaves peacefully fall to the ground. The forest was silent. It was so silent, you could hear the leaves drop. You could hear the slightest winds scanning the tops of the trees. The afternoon was dark, and the warm yellow lights shown through the windows of the small houses. You could smell the leaves and a distant scent of baking pumpkin bread.
Serenity had put down a piece of freshly baked bread she had been offered by a kind baker in a small town a mile away. She buffed her feathers and rested beside a pit that was still burning with a large flame. It was a wonderful night. There were piles of leaves upon the floor where the people jumped and the birds rummaged. Serenity felt a crisp autumn breeze upon her feathers. Winter was definitely on its way. She nipped at the piece of bread beside her and felt contented enough. She had eaten her fair share for the day. Tomorrow, she could looked forward to collecting her harvest and store it underground.
The last of the sun was setting, and smoke from a chimney rose and slightly curved with the wind.
'Tis about time to go back to the forest, Serenity thought. She opened her wings and fluttered, then settled back down to pick up the bread. She picked it up and flew off.
The cold night had passed by quickly, though the nights were quite long in the fall. Serenity was up bright and early, and she had already begun her harvesting. She decided to go down to the brown house where an elderly woman distributed bread to the birds. She was especially kind to Serenity. Humans always had likes and dislikes for certain things. Serenity didn't care. She lived on her life as it went.
She flitted down until she stood on an old rail. There were garlic braids around the rail, and there were some pots of flowers mounted atop the deck. Orange leaves were scattered about the deck. A black cat was sitting at the window, observing the little birds that fed from the bird feeder. The cat spotted Serenity, and came out to meet her.
"I ssssee you have come again," the old cat hissed.
Serenity nodded. She looked around to see where there was any food.
"Come innnn..." the cat continued.
Serenity followed the old cat in through the cat door and into the kitchen. There was a warming smell of baked garlic and veggie soup. Serenity took a whiff of it and longed for some more harvest. The cat led her to a bowl of fine roasted peanuts. Beside the bowl was a tiny slice of leftover pumpkin bread. Serenity took the bread and found a tiny handkerchief on the counter. She grabbed as many peanuts as she could carry in the handkerchief and wrapped them inside. She took the bag and the bread and thanked the old cat who purred with affection.
"Get along ye with ol' winter to come, I say, I say. 'Tis almost upon us. Ye living in the forest is perrrfectly fine, indeed, but fall ain't a season t' waste. Heed yer witherin,' and go along, now. I'll be waitin' fer ye t' come fer the next harrrrvest..."
And so Serenity nodded and took off through the cat door and saved her stash of food for the winter. The last of the leaves fell, and the first flake of snow was upon them.