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Sunday, August 31, 2014

The night

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The sun goes down. The air is still. There's no sound except the soft hoot of an owl. Where is it? Quiet, again. There is a faint movement between the trees. You strain your eyes to see into the dark. There it is! It's so fast you can't tell where it came from or where it's going. It glides down low. It is silent in flight. You hear a small scream. Dinner.

Posted by Marie at August 31, 2014 10:17 PM