Ashleigh Miller

The Rainbow Barn Owl

I lay here in the loft, breathing small white puffs that turn softly to wisps in the cold night air. They lay long, and distinct across the pin pricked blanket of blackness that is the night sky until the warmth that was within me becomes one with the frosty atmosphere and disappears. I wait in utter stillness. I imagine your wings opening wide for the first flight of evening, immense and strong, able to lift such a large animal into the air, but also agile; able to dive when your keen eyes spot some unlucky prey and make a swift, soft, and precise landing, and I wish you could fly farther, Dear Barn Owl.