The bearer of good fortune / 26 July 2011
I am Tawny Nine-hoots, the owl in the old beech tree.
You have not been watching out for me, as I have for you; observing most keenly everything all around, from my high vantage.
Few among you know how sharp my vision is; seeing even those things which move inside you.
But do not be alarmed - you are not my prey. Besides, I have no appetite. My hunger is for looking; my desire is to show you what I see.