May 28, 2016
Glistening white feathers were a tell-tale sign of the matriarch being near, white as the moon’s beautiful shine. A quiet coo, a flap of the wings, the only sounds that the owl emit as she landed on a low-lying branch, the night darkness shrouding her in the damp darkness of the gloomy air. The large, feathery bird drops down from the branch onto the lowest she could find, swiveling her head to stare down through a path, one she hadn’t paid heed to before. When had this gotten here...? Oh, what did it matter─ if anyone came along the path, she’d gladly greet them with a fancy flight, in typical matriarch style.