The Owl

The Owl

Monday, April 22, 2013

Setting

Early in the morning when the first rays of sun penetrate the tips of the mountain tops rays shine down into a forest of white birch tree's, straight into a clearing of soft green grass and lightly colored flowers. With the smell of fruit rising from the many berry bushes speckling the forest floor, the birds begin the daily chorus of daytime activity. The flowers begin to open up their buds, shaking away the morning dew, to drink from the glinting rays of sunlight escaping through the holes in the cloudy sky. The sounds of cars driving through the many street-ed suburban wonderland laying just off the mountain side drift up and join the sounds of mingling wildlife. Rocks sitting on a cliff grow bored and chase the sounds of trickling water down a hill leading to the city, leading the river's inhabitants in a frantic chase down the river bed. The silvery scales create a brilliant flash in the morning light, illuminating the water above. Lightly grayed clouds mingle with the fluffy pillows in the sky, and drip light rain on the canopy of pale green leaves. The light shoots through the saturated sky and is set free into a burst of color stretching across the skyline revealing the trail to a hidden treasure among a forest of white birch tree's. Right into a clearing of soft green grass and lightly colored flowers, smelling of fruit from the berry bushes speckling the forest floor and alive with the chorus of daytime activity's.

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