night bird

In the distance was the sound of some night bird.

A night bird called across the river in the silence.

They shot at shadows or the calls of night birds.

He stopped to listen as the cry of a night bird came.

A night bird called among the ruins as they walked.

With no one to watch them save the night birds and a few invited friends.

Throat Shot knew now why the night bird had been silent.

The night birds still sang, as they did in nearly every forest.

He was crouching on a rock, like a night bird.

A night bird called from the trees and he froze, waited a moment then moved on.