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I looked at Evan, whose eyes were
fixed on the starry night sky, when all of a
sudden, three giant owls glided overhead. They
were silent and grand, and they took my breath
away. Their wings were silvery white in the
light of the full moon. They were peaceful and
powerful, even playful as they gracefully dipped
and swooped through the air, then vanished
beyond the tops of the tall pines.
“Did you see that?” I asked gripping Evan’s
sleeve and shaking it. I turned every which way,
trying to spot them again.
“I see them every time I come here. They have
nests somewhere close by.”
“Will they fly back?” I asked.
“Not tonight,” Evan said. He lay back and looked
up at the sky. “They’re off to hunt.” |
