literature
Animals make great literature even greater: from Toto to Wilbur to the three little kittens who lost their mittens.
Dizzy the Pig Dreams Big
There once was a pig named Dizzy. All two feet seven pink inches of Dizzy loved all the things that pigs do. He loved to roll in the mud. He loved eating all kinds of food. And most of all, he loved dreaming about things he had never done.
Monica NickumPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeThe Raven And The Old White Barn Owl
Even an old owl can be powerful. “Hoooo.... Hooo... Hoo.. Ho.” The raven heard the old feathery barn owl hooting and snoring, awoken in the early morning light by the noisy but gentle cooing.
Keli WoodsPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeWisey
As night falls, the darkness covers the land. During the dark of the night the residents of the town know they are safe when they hear the Hooting of their Owl friend in the far off distance. Crime is not very prominent but when it does come to rear it's ugly head; Wisey the Super Barn Owl comes out to play protecting his neighbors from the imminent dangers that be. On this particular cool evening all seemed well throughout the small town. The weather was cool, the crops were fresh and harvesting was upon them. Unfortunately, everyone got the memo.
Leticia CortesPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeMixed Messages
Ollie awoke to a beautiful night in Brustleville. Tonight was a very special occasion, for he would finally graduate from the Messengers of Peace Academy. Ollie had invested the past fourteen of his sixteen years training to be a messenger owl. Ollie flew downstairs to find his mother cooking his favorite dish - sweet bread.
Jennifer WeatherlyPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeWhen the Night Falls
Darkness roams the air. Two headlights slice through the night sky as they make their way toward a small town in the distance. Suddenly the car’s engine starts to flutter. “Just great”, says the boy, as he looks toward the Low Fuel light in the dashboard. Taking his dad’s car without permission was one thing, but having to call him for rescue would really be the cherry on top of an already lousy night. The car’s hiccups slowly wind down as the last fumes of gas are extinguished. He is officially out of gas. As he pulls over to the side of the road, he can’t help but feel a sense of dread. The boy (a 16-year-old if that counts), having barely learned to parallel park, now must now figure out how to get himself out of this predicament.
Javier R De HaroPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeLost In The Owl’s Eyes
Owls were always interesting to me. Once I started to read about owls. I discovered how meaningful an owl was to me. The stories below describe my most intimate owl experiences. Getting lost in the eyes and how I developed a love for such a miraculous bird.
Insight
Night falls. Movement below. Scratching, then rustling. Don't breathe. Focus. Food. Take flight: wind and timing. Dive, grab then climbing. Search for safety, land and devour.
Morganna Abraham-LerchPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeOnce in a Pink Moon
The Night Before The church sat empty. Perched on the edge of a hillside, it overlooked the town of Salmon Falls. Streetlights twinkled in the darkness as the town slept below. Dogs barked. A far-off coyote howled.
Luanne BrownPublished 3 years ago in Petlife- Top Story - January 2021
A Song of the Stars
A single brown leaf was swept up as a soft breeze weaved through the branches. The sun had set much earlier than usual; it would soon be time to leave.
Alanna WeeksPublished 3 years ago in Petlife - Top Story - January 2021
The Night Hunter
The journey over the ridge to the forest was a peaceful but long journey. The sun was setting quickly. Golden rays blended with shades of pinks and blues that trickled through the trees. Aside from a light chill the evening was nearly perfect for a night hunt.
Cassondra Cofresi-TuskaPublished 3 years ago in Petlife To Whoooooom it May Concern
“To Whoooooom do you refer?” the barn owl asked himself aloud, as he did nearly every evening at precisely midnight. It was an odd, open-ended question, as forever he knew it would be. Although he asked thrice, each time in crescendo, he knew that no one dared answer. His crimson-lined heartface impressively rotated over his broad chest, expanding in all directions, looking for the slightest movement: a rustle, a breath, an irregular heartbeat from under the snow. A children’s taunt, sing-sung in feathered moonbeams, focused for a moment in his mind, ”thrice a night entice the mice…a meal of two will never do…..”
Colleen RastovichPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeThe Moon Seems Unaware
Firstly, explain it to me. The ‘Barn’ descriptor. I am an Owl, I may have three roosts, which makes me classier than your typical ‘House’ human, substantially better than your typical ‘Trailer Park’ human.
Reagan AlexanderPublished 3 years ago in Petlife