Duck Lake on such a breathless night as this

She shouldn't be out and about at this time of night. Not in midwinter, and especially not in her new condition. But the moon was high and full, and Lily was feeling restless. She stole away from the willows just as the evening orb began to rise, finding herself beside the lake around midnight. 

The ducks that called this place home were sleeping, somewhere. Lily wasn't here for them. No, she was here for the quiet darkness, the gentle murmur of still water. Every so often, an owl would swoop low, plucking an unfortunate rodent from the ground. A muffled shriek, and then silence. 

How fleeting life was!

The blackbird let out a sigh, breath fogging on the air. She sat with her forepaws placed squarely before her, one slightly in front of the other. She felt life all around her, and was at peace. Maybe it was just her imagination running wild, but she felt the life within her stir, as well.

@Gannet, if you have time! AW tho