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

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 B6 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 Abster6 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. Reed6 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 Correia6 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-G6 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 Kerns6 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 George6 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 Sae6 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 Diaz6 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 Andrews6 years ago in Petlife
Hatch Day
21 Days 'Til Hatch Day As I thought about the chickens in my care while pet-sitting, I wondered how many of their eggs might be fertilized. This would be a cold Fall, so the eggs wouldn't hatch naturally. I decided to give the eggs an opportunity at life.
By Rayna Ibarra6 years ago in Petlife
The Night Owls
The dimmed red numbers on the bedroom alarm showed 4:29am. A large, leathered hand came across and hit the shut off before the alarm. Farmer Jim looked over to his wife who was right beside him in the barn all night helping a cow with her newborn calf. As he descended the stairs of the 120-year-old family farmhouse, the morning wisp of fresh coffee brewing and the thumping of Chase’s tail in the mudroom makes him smile every morning. He went to the mudroom and took the barn clothes of the twisted metal hooks on the wall and sat on the bench while his trusty old lab ambled over for the morning pat on the head. The Team left the house towards the barn inhaling the crisp morning air as the sunrise was clambering to rise above the sight line of the farm fields. He looked over to where the deer herd comes out for the morning feed. He did not mind deer sharing his fields. Generations of his family have been stewards of the land many years before it was a cliché. Poachers knew not to come close to the Benson farm fields.
By Rusty Rustenburg6 years ago in Petlife