The raptor is gliding, wingtips of long, elegant wings curled.

The raptor perches.
Slender bough plunges with its sudden weight…

Songbirds, a quarter of the raptor’s size, appear from lower branches.
They fly at the raptor, crying out, until the raptor leaves.
But the songbirds are not done.

Raptor glides elegantly.
Songbirds dive, withdraw, dive, withdraw.
Again and again, until some barrier, invisible to human eyes, is crossed.

Songbirds retreat.
Back to their nest.

And the raptor continues on its elegant way.
Against a clear blue sky.

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