They hide amongst the sunlit leaves, with only hints of movement to betray their presence. If you watch carefully you might see a darting shape, there and gone in the blink of an eye. But listen. You can hear them: the swish of fluttering wings; the pattering of tiny footsteps on branches. And there – the tinkling of laughter as they peek down at you in curious amusement.
This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. The theme is still trees.
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