The owl blinks her big eyes. She spreads her huge
wings. Her claws let go of the red cedar branch. Up
through the air she rises. We can hear the whoosh of
her wings. Deep in her feathers, I think I see something
tiny and shiny. Fairy wings?
Then the owl flies off into the trees.
We let out our breaths. “I think I saw a fairy on
the owl’s back,” Micah whispers.