Eyes of the Forest Songbird These head bristles are my

These head bristles are my guides

The darkening sky reminded them of nature's unpredictability

guardians of ancient wisdom

Black and White Photography by Robert David Atkinson

For a fleeting moment

Eyes of the Forest Songbird These head bristles are my"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