Soaring Through the Shadows

Once we reach the clearing, we can listen to the song of the owls. I brought you to this space so you can understand the meaning of their words. They carry desire on the wind and try to ascertain if their satisfaction is carried on a blow through the firs. Let’s sit here and watch an owl soar down onto a mouse scurrying across the gap. It comes down like a straight razor against a cheek, the quick slash cries out, then arcs back up high into the night.