Michael Cree

The Owl In The Barn

She sits outside in the cold, pondering what to do. Her mother and fellow chicks have left her. Alone. With no knowledge of how to survive. The obnoxious winter sun shines down on her delicate feathers. She keeps her eyes closed, as the bright sun is far too powerful for her delicate corneas to handle. A chill rests in the air above the snow. The sun shines on it, giving the usually dull, dark forest an unfathomable, insufferable glow.