Moonlight opened a silvery eye as the light just began to touch the horizon. It was quieter, more peaceful here in the forest. Normally, she would have awoken to the wail of a police siren or the obnoxious neighbors who nursed the habit of mowing their lawn at 6 A.M. Today it was the controlled chaos of a pre-dawn chorus of other birds. She glared at a yellow warbler who was singing from a spruce tree. He glanced at her before continuing his song. Apparently the songbirds were not educated in politics around here. In the city, one glance at a pigeon would send them flying.
"Are you up for a flight?" she asked Blizzard. He still had his head tucked under his wing.
"Are you up for a flight?" she asked Blizzard. He still had his head tucked under his wing.