The Sunspire you are my sunshine

The presence of danger went unnoticed. Poor little Ibis was ignorant to many things, chief among them was the weakness of her own body. She was so small, so meek, so young, and an easy target. But her size was also a boon—for when the creature came in close and reached for her, she narrowly escaped. This too, she was unaware of. The closeness of death—

But before long she was rolling in the shadows, feeling the temperature difference through her sparse fur. Around her the birds had stopped singing and this she did take notice of, if only barely, and righted herself in the next instant. Her eyes were wide and curious, her ears spinning, and she looked around in wonderment at the stillness of the summer day. Where had all her singing friends gone to?