The Night Owl

So life has been really awesome lately. No complaints from this girl. I felt like being creative tonight and write something.. but since it is almost 2 am, I looked up one of my old pieces... well old as in January of 2008. I remember laying in bed one summer night and hearing an owl outside of my window and the loneliness I could hear in his call. As I typed this from my journal page it seemed a bit rough, but it will do...

"The Night Owl"

I have never seen an owl at night,
but I wonder how alone he would feel.
When every laugh and every wish extinguishes on the moon.
When the fears he hides by day slowly creep back in the with the blackness.
Every shadow is a foe.
The world eerily snakes by before his ever watchful eye.
Nothing can see him.
Nothing can touch him.

Every noise is a threatening word issued from tight lips.
Is that scurrying below some hope?

The owl swoops for his kill.
Digging his claws in a warm, juicy body.
Without a pause for thought.

As I lay in my bed I think of the owl's call.
The rain patters against my window, and I wonder.
Does he fly through the rain or take shelter in a tree?

I choose to believe, alone or not, he hunts tonight.
Never knowing why he was condemned to be a creature of the night.
He questions his Creator with perseverance until the sun washes over the land.
but until then; he hunts.

Then, the sweet moment when night intertwines her long tendrils with dawn,
I understand.
I suddenly see the brief splendors illuminate before my eyes to a world bigger than me.
I am that owl...

As he heads to his slumber he passes other owls with the same story.
They sing in his ear...

"the sun always rises" they say "no matter the darkness you've seen".