Owl

 

 Owl

I am the night owl. I live and dwell in the night for it is my home. I have been given a rooster voice. So tell me why would the night owl raise the sun? For if he does, his world will be no more. Why would the night owl with his rooster voice raise the sun to its center peek? For if he do, his world will be no more.

The owl with its rooster voice begins to sing, and with each note he makes, his world begins to fade. And inch by inch he begins to feel the warmth of the sun. This feeling he never felt before, so with a deep breath, he sings, and with each note the sun rises until it reach its center peek. 

The owl with the rooster voice has notice something! That the warmth of the sun was gone and along with it his world!  In its place was brightness, an inferno so enraged that scorched his very core.

Now he yearns for his world, before the light, before the pain; and with an eclipse his world returns to him and although it was not long he yearns for his home.

 

“The owl with the rooster voice”

 The voice of the rooster was hope, and

 The sun was love. The owl was you.