avian incognito

No, no one at all. Save for the hawk who is considering eating her. Remi's brand of hawk is not large nor impressive. Often mistaken as some other bird given its light plumage, still, he is quite fast and more than deadly enough to devour the small songbird. He circles lazily high above, feathers softly stroking the thermals below. Remi appears for all the world to be watching nothing, doing nothing. Until he is. Because suddenly he is diving, silent as a bullet as it races the speed of sound. Shaped not unlike an arrow-head, Remi has pulled his wings in tight against his body to reduce the wind-drag as much as possible as he fixes his eyes on the fluttery brown creature below. REMI I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire