Perfectly in Time - 18

Winds sweep back and forth, scattering the leaves on the ground and sloughing them off the treetops. The orange-and-gold flashes made by the twirling dancers as they spin wildly, out of control dazzle all of nature. A green streak zips up the side of a tree and the brightest emerald lizard perches at the tip of a twig, body perfectly aligned with the branches. It stares at the spinning light and fails to see the brown explosion that swoops down and swiftly snatches up the emerald in its curved yellow talons. The owl's jet black eyes miss nothing except the mud-colored eagle that curves and dives toward the ground, raking the back of the snowy rabbit which swerves wildly, perfectly in time with the soaring brown, the squirming emerald, the swooping mud, and above all, the orange-and-gold flashes.