Tinted air in shades of vermilion and violet, a brief glorious burst at summer's end, many hued and vivid. Evening moves slowly toward me up the hill. Darkness rises, filling the hollows, shapes creep from shadows. A light extinguished. Wide silent wings portend assaulting chaos in the blue.
Birds startle into flight, telling terror in their path.
Majestic eagle skirts high treetops in wild solitude wanting, searching, finding. Talons grab, victim twists in graceful lethal claws, triumph and anguish. Frozen to the scene, I'm afraid to look away, transfixed. Feathers float, havoc wreaked before my eyes. Top A Visual Feast Autumn means a casually stacked pair of wooden bowls filled with apples.