Fern
Sapling
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Post by Fern on Jul 13, 2012 0:40:02 GMT -5
Nova beat her wings tirelessly as she skimmed the cool waters of the Amazon River. Dusk was upon the forest, and the sun shed it's dying rays over the river, setting it's water ablaze. She looked down and could see her reflection looking back at her, keeping pace with her. The chorus of birdsong was slowly ending as all the creatures of the day roosted for the night.
She skimmed low over the surface of the water, so as to stay out of sight from her feathered enemies. As the evening grew darker, her poor eyesight began to fail. She voiced a series of high pitched shrieks and clicks to see by her echoes instead. The returning echo's painted a silver picture in her minds eye of the forest filled with sleeping birds, roosting, unsuspecting. Nova anticipated the hunt, as she had not eaten since the night before. But she decided to wait until dark to feed.
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