Vignette 13

The light shone through the branches. At first I didn't see the owl. The bird's silhouette blended in with the branches until it swooped up into the sky. It travelled faster than I expected an owl to travel. I wanted to go with it to its next perch. With longing eyes, I watched it disappear from sight. After it flew away I was happy just to know that there was an owl in the woods, nearby. The twilight began to fade and we would soon share the darkness.