Wise Old Owl Woman

a hush descended on the forest with the wing flaps giant bird landed on the branch of an honored oak she looked around in the dark, her eyes missing nothing the animals got insanely quiet, understanding her ambiance she was wise owl woman, the keeper of the trees there was nothing she would not do for the forest a tiny mouse offered itself as sacrifice, but she hooted she needed something bigger for her family her yellow eyes scanned the forest floor in anticipation there was a screech as she snatched up her prey a struggling squirming rabbit