©Seth F. Weaver,Sr.03/19/09. He floats gently and silently on velvet wings seeking food for his brood and himself. This is the master of the moors. A master hunter of the night he must hurray for dawn is approaching and if he can’t snare something in those razor talons he’ll go hungry for another night. His brood could die and his whole species with it. All he has is stealth, speed, and unbelievable sight and hearing all that and silent flight. A Compullage™ work featuring an old abstract landscape of mine and a barn owl.
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