Melanie Osterholm

In the Twilight

In the twilight before the break of dawn a wail pierces through the silence. In the trees surrounding the cabin was a small flock of different types owls, not often seen together but this night was special. One owl that stood out from all of the rest had a face of white which trailed down the chest and belly while the wings and back feathers were the color of wheat. A simple barn owl to most but to the baby inside the cabin a guide. As the sunlight rose up above the horizon the owls took off into the morning light all but the one lone owl who remained on the peak of the roof.