As dusk creeps upon the land allowing darkness to take hold of the day, the low trill of the owl fills the air as it wakes from its slumber. Generally silent, the owl watches the world move by with large glowing eyes; careful to not miss a single moment. What wonders those eyes have seen as the world around him moves past at great speed, yet he spots the little field mouse traveling through the grass. The wise owl, gracefully glides from his perch and snatches the little field mouse with ease. If you look closely you can see a small hint of a smile upon the wise owls face while he enjoys his meal for the night.
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