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A bird's eye view of a life in flight.

Memory of a Bird
The world as we know it isn’t always a distinct black or white. There’s an abundance of grey. Perhaps, we choose to view grey as a form of denial when a clear answer is staring at us point blank, ready to shoot, if it wasn’t for our cowardice to stare right back. They say that hindsight is always 20/20 but let’s ponder that thought for a moment; in a literal sense, with such a big portion of the world wearing some sort of corrective lenses nowadays sight, in any form, is far from 20/20 within the general population. One other thing about the world is that it is utterly and completely unapologetically fair, or at least that is what Alex used to say. And you better believe that if my big brother Alex had something to say about a situation, it was as good as true! People like him don’t come around very often, he was gentle and caring yet, fierce and strong. He knew right from wrong and was smart enough to know that like a good game, life is best enjoyed with the people you hold dear. It amazes me to this day how someone so young and full of life could have been filled with so much understanding about the complexities of the universe but maybe that is my own grey area.
By Luis Talavera5 years ago in Petlife
A NIGHT OWL
Good evening. My name is Barnabus. I am a barn owl. Yes, a barn owl named Barnabus. I didn't make the rules. Mine is a simple country life in a rural area in Texas. I live alone in my very own loft of a run down red barn vacated by farm animals long ago. I live off a road named Snowy Owl Lane, which is quite humorous since we live in Texas and there are no Snowy Owls in these parts. I have plenty of company should I want it both day and night. But the most interesting things happen at night. This is perfect since I happen to be nocturnal. Let me show you a glimpse into the life of a wise, old barn owl and the cast of characters on Snowy Owl Lane.
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Petlife
The Girl and the Owl
She was yearning for a friend. For a genuine connection with another soul. She never thought it would come in the form of a winged creature. One that awakens with the moon, with white feathers glistening like the stars of the night sky. This girl, a unique one she was. She connected so deeply to the natural world. She felt as though the trees could hear her, that the water understood her soul and that everything has a spirit. She wandered down the same trail every day, her feet would glide effortlessly through the darkened soil, as if she was floating through the forest or being carried by the winds. This place was a safe haven of hers, a place she could go to get away from the noise of the world and the shallow hearts that seemed to be held within everyone’s chests. She yearned for so much, but mostly for true soul connections, for magic and for beings that understood the mysteries of the world and the worlds beyond. This forest held a sacred energy. One that aligned with her soul and made her feel at home.
By Jessica B5 years ago in Petlife
Non-Nocturnals
I can’t sleep. My eyes keep popping open every few seconds and the crickets won't stop crackling. The light of the moon is slowly breaking my slumber.
By Abster5 years ago in Petlife
New-Town Trials
The night was cold and moving on toward morning when Trevor finished with his jog. He was on the running trail about a quarter mile from the trailhead - and standing out in the middle of the field nearby was a rickety old barn. Nothing special nor noteworthy in his opinion, but for some reason it caught his interest this morning. Looking around, there weren't any "Keep Out" or "Private Property" signs posted. No fence to cross.
By G. R. Reed5 years ago in Petlife
Natalie's Gloria
Brown pony-tails dangle loose and wild as she swings upside-down from the barn rafters, singing a tune. Her legs are bruised and scraped from rough play but she doesn’t seem to notice the injuries. Pulling a pocket-knife from her jeans, she carves her name into the grey wooden beam.
By Caroline Correia5 years ago in Petlife
Ghosts on Silent Wings
Ghosts On Silent Wings Dear reader, This piece is written straight from the voice of my soul, as the Barn Owl has always been a spirit guardian to me, as well as for people & cultures throughout human history.
By Rowan Cooper-G5 years ago in Petlife
Forever Thankful
The barn was cold. The barn had always been cold. In fact, I cannot recall a single moment in my life in which the barn was a comfortable temperature.
By Carrie Kerns5 years ago in Petlife
Predators and Prey
Cole had opened the door and was enjoying the night breeze on his face when he heard his mother call after him. “Cole, could ya check the ol’ barn while you’re out?”
By George5 years ago in Petlife
Le Chi
I always had trouble sleeping so people called me a night owl. Simple right? We humans can be the most complex and simple beings that the gods could not fathom why they haven't yet destroyed us. Just give it some time they will. Okay so now back to the story.
By Sae5 years ago in Petlife
Under the crescent moon
I tend to seek for pleasure, for ease, for laughter, for satisfaction, and then contrast happens all the time, it’s all around us, and as the waves of the ocean, there are stronger waves than others.
By Catalina Diaz5 years ago in Petlife
Eressear
I sit on the floor with tears in my eyes. We moved house today. Mum says that it's a fresh start for us, but I don't want a fresh start. I want things to go back to how they were. I want to go back to our house in Stratford upon Avon with dad. I miss my friends with all my heart. I know that I can still keep in contact with them, but it's not the same. I feel so alone. I feel a void in my heart will never be filled or replaced. This isn't the first time mum made me move house and school. I doubt it'll be the last. I should be used to this feeling by now, but I'm not, and I don't think I ever will.
By Libby Andrews5 years ago in Petlife