Eyes of the Forest Songbird It had watched as the

It had watched as the other animals came and went but never felt the need to join them

Black and White Photography by Robert David Atkinson

For a fleeting moment

"A solitary Starling perched on a gnarled branch

Its talons grasped the glimmering fish

Eyes of the Forest Songbird It had watched as the"Within the embrace of ancient trees, I dwell. My plumage, crimson, catching the dappled sunlight through the leaves. My eyes are my greatest gift, with the ability to discern the most minor details, a talent that has earned me the whispered stories and reverence of the creatures that call this place home. I have taken on the role of its silent guardian. I watch over my fellow inhabitants, my keen senses alerting me to approaching danger. Seasons come