The raven haired baby lay in the wrought iron cot its hair shining in the moonlight sleeping peacefully. A hooded figure crept upon it tense ready to strike, a cobra hungry for its next meal. He glanced around carefully watching the dim light seeping under the door. Snatched the tiny figure and with one last fleeting look at the now empty bed he left leaving behind a single black feather.
The couple were laughing as they entered the room the young lady with maroon hair glistening in the moonlight smiled up at her husband admiring the way his deep blue eyes would sneakily glance down to the smooth curve of her collar bone.
Soon they found their daughter missing and despite the constant flow of tears all they found was the black feather.