Posted by Krystelle McLean in Bleacher Seats
In the calm stillness surrounding the bleachers the silent wings of an owl stroked through the air as a pure white owl winged out of the fog to land on a support post. Folding in her wings she prepared to wait.

Wise Owl

The Shepherd wagged his tail as he approached. He sat like a good doggie on the bleacher.

The Shep