The Owl

The nightfall, never seemed so sudden. Just a glance, a wide beam of sunlight, gave the sky an emerald blur. The stars of the North returned once more. Her cream colored bill hidden in the camouflaged feathers. Attempting to put them in the right place. A shiver down her spine and she stared into the darkness. Revealing the mysteries of the night. Eyes pouring fire-blaze, she never closed them. Looking up to the sky, searching for the stories behind the glinstering lights. The silver moon was broken, weakend she shone above the forest. Were the creatures of the night, were wandering around. A cold wind from the West, changed the game of the hunters. Running around, swiftly moving. She watched them from her branch, endlessly. She could do this forever. But she knew it was time. Taking a breath, shivering her body and her feet moved up and down for a few seconds. Then she spread her wings, showing the beautiful paterns to the world. But no one was there to see it, just the creatures of the night. They payed attention to this animal of wisdom. She moved her wings swiftly up and down. Around the branches, up to the sky. With a little bit of fog following her tail, she rised above the forest. She floated on thin air. Making a path through the white fog. It was silent now. Like they were waiting, as if they knew what was coming. Where was she going? What was her destination on this dreadful night? But she soared restless, making not a sound as she moved on. On to the highest tree, somewhere in this forest. She used her wings to land savely at the top of the tree. She blinked and looked over the forest, her domain. Then she looked up to the sky and the fog disappeared. Now she could see the stars. For ages humans stared at these stars just like she stares at them right now. But there is a difference. Humans don't search for the Tales of the stars. They only look at them as if they are objects, nothing more than a small piece of the Sun, born in dust. But the Owls know the Tales of the stars and they can tell them like no other creature can and will ever do. She concentrated her eyes at the sky. And then she raised her voice. Telling the entire forest of ancient stories. There on the treetop, where old myths will be revealed. Humans of tomorrow: stars don't prodict the future, stars tell myths of wise lessons that will be learnt again. It's the mysterious bond between animal and nature.
The Owl and the Stars.