Krystal Jacques-Smith

Just a Messenger

She came up to the second floor of the barn, and saw the barn owl, perched on the edge of the rustic farmhouse table, its body leaning forward, and its eyes deeply fixated. Even as she stepped closer, the owl was not distracted by the girl. What supreme focus, she thought. The girl turned to see what it was looking at. For a moment she only saw the window sill, but in the next moment, saw a mouse scurrying in a panic towards the other end. The owl swooped in without hesitation, grabbed it with its beak, and took off into the night.