Spirit On The Wing
It was late in the day and the sun was briskly heading in the direction of its nightly resting site. The light maintained a gentle bearing reflecting a softness absent of stark shadows.
As a cool, moist breeze from the Pacific drifted through the tranquil coastal marsh, a gossamer creature magically appeared midair. The Short-eared Owl was on a quest. Its odyssey was strictly hunger-driven … and so, the moth-like specter silently sailed on wings wide … a spirit on the wing.
~ Anecdote and Short-eared Owl capture, Spirit On The Wing © Jerry L. Ferrara