By Gary Davison
Fluffing his feathers he took off, flakes swirled, soaring upward. Following this well-traveled path, his wings cut through the air with long, steady strokes.
Banking right, he flew due south, racing the gathering storm. Clusters of icy snowflakes slowed his pace.
He scanned the snow-patched ground, and there, off in the distance, a familiar view.
Beyond the blue ribbon of river, just over the trees…he was almost there.
Crouched beneath the treetops, a camouflaged man heard a goose honking. A lone gander approached—tracking it, he sprang up, aimed, and fired a ten-shot burst with his camera.
It was beautiful.
love this – poetic imagery followed by tension and a sweet ending – very nice!
I thank everyone for taking the time to comment…it is very encouraging.
Whew. I was afraid for a moment it was a hunter. Nice build up.
Wow, 101 words and I was already super-nervous at the end. Nice job!
GREAT imagery and a surprise ending. A good one, Gary!
Loved the surprise ending