The Universe's Mixer

Jareth looked up from his standing position in the lamplight at a curiously perched Great Horned Owl on the branch of nearby tree. It was dusk and nocturnal creatures were waking and out looking for prey. In this case, the owl was looking for prey. Or had been. A very unlucky chipmunk was twitching slightly in the grasp of one of the owl's talons. The final throws of life reluctant to leave the small body. He nodded his head to the owl, which seemed to nod back at him before eating his catch, and said, “Enjoy your breakfast.”

( Then he looked around from his position in the park. )