emilylou06
01-16-2008, 04:43 PM
I've never seen an owl at night, but I wonder how alone he would feel. When every laugh; every wish extinguishes on the moon. When the fears he hides by day slowly creep back in with the blackness. Every shadow is a foe. Every noise is a threatened word issued from tightened lips. Is the scurrying below hope? The owl swoops for its kill, digging his claws in a warm, juicy body without a pause for thought. When night vision kicks in the world eerily creeps by before him. Nothing can see him. He is alone.
I think about the owl as I lay in my bed listening to rain drops patter the window. Does he hide from the storm or face his destiny? I choose to believe, alone or not, that he hunts tonight. He may not understand why he was chosen to be a creature of the dark. I know I would wonder. I would question my Creator with perseverance until the sun rose in the morn.
Yet, at the sweet moment when night and day intertwine in a dancing dawn, I would get my answer. The splendors of daybreak will illuminate before me in beauty unspeakable. The evils of the night will slink away into a black abyss of yesterday. And as I head to my slumber I would pass by other owls with the same story. They'd sing in my ear a precious melody of hope. The sun always rises, they trill, no matter the darkness you have seen.
I think about the owl as I lay in my bed listening to rain drops patter the window. Does he hide from the storm or face his destiny? I choose to believe, alone or not, that he hunts tonight. He may not understand why he was chosen to be a creature of the dark. I know I would wonder. I would question my Creator with perseverance until the sun rose in the morn.
Yet, at the sweet moment when night and day intertwine in a dancing dawn, I would get my answer. The splendors of daybreak will illuminate before me in beauty unspeakable. The evils of the night will slink away into a black abyss of yesterday. And as I head to my slumber I would pass by other owls with the same story. They'd sing in my ear a precious melody of hope. The sun always rises, they trill, no matter the darkness you have seen.