The Night Owl

So slowly do the hours pass in this cimmerian shade, as if only it were my ineluctable fate. Eternity it seems, yet eternity I’ll wait, I yearn to see the light of day. Eyes wide, neck rigid, perched upon the branch of this tree, I patiently await for the moment to break free. To hear the lovely melodies of the morning birds sing, invite the heat into the pits of my outstretched wings, and behold the suns warmth in my butterscotch eyes. Oh! It seems forever I have longed to glide across the golden skies. But what if I were to be caught being a stray? From this branch I’ve never wandered away. And to think of what the others will say! So shall I fly or shall I stay? Yes, to my dismay, I suppose I’ll stay.