Rohann Chas Coffey

Barn Owl

I was stuck. In between a rock and a ridged place. I was prey to great eyes that scanned my environment. Writhing to peel myself away from my plight. Lungs burning from exertion. Above, she lurked. I could hear the scratching on the beam about me as she paced. Those eyes. I knew those huge dark eyes would be watching. I knew she would be listening for my breath, for my squirm.