Wednesday, 24 October 2018

The Owl

Swirling winds swirled amongst the owls feathers and the torn and stained post. His wild eyes stared. His frozen, plumed body rattled in the dusted wind. It probably flew miles through storms and rain...and it finally its destination.
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