An uncharacteristic appearance, a seemingly irresistible probability of a catch, a distance too close for comfort ... but ingredients that made for a birder's dream, then that slipped away ever so smoothly, too soon.
Playing hide and seek as one sought, and the other hid.
Looked like it was going to relax, but for its avian instinct, sensing another's presence through twigs and leaves.
And too soon, the dream that glided in ever so silently, slipped away just as silently. The amazing silencer and slickness of an owl's flight.
For what had drawn it suddenly, out and down, I would not know despite attempting to scan like it did.
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