west turn mass renders

i came all squawking with my squeaky bicycle down the mountain pass. it'd been a proud ride, as the arms and the legs and the chest and the tires were somehow, today, all in sync, and together, we had surmounted the wet clay leaf combines and their slick november, and not-to-mention, pesky hills.  turning the corner on a last minute whim-of-bend, this sudden owl made his or her presence all too noteworthy. shocking, even. we sat and spied one another, beady black marbles looking each other up and down, doing the sizing that eyelids and balls will do, sussing out prey or foe. and so we said, hello. and, there you go.