THE OWL

Escaping as fast as he ever had in his life, feeling the breeze crash into his soft floppy feathers as he sprinted away from his malicious enemy. His sharp black claws scraping against the different sizes of rocks making an uncomfortable squeaking sound. Preparing his tiny wings to fly away into paradise. Before he reaches the edge of the mountain he squints his emerald eyes staring deeply into the pink and blue cloudless sky’s where he will finally escape from this disaster. He majestically spreads his wings and starts flying and in the blink of an eye he realises he is high up in the sky. Feeling extremely proud of himself and is covered with joy.

He was not concentrating on flying from the joy that overwhelmed him, and all of a sudden he starts decreasing down to the grass, exploding with horror he tries to stop himself from falling but fails.He blacks out for a couple of minutes before waking up. He felt unbearable pain in his wing and head. Turning his head to look at his bloody crooked wing. Unable to fly made his life collapse into pieces, horrified that the enemy would spot him.

He got up and started to look around before noticing a small red and fluffy squirrel eating nuts. He approached it trying not to scare it. He asked if it could help him with his wing, but the squirrel said “I’m sorry I can’t but will food do?” “Yes please that would be very helpful!” And then they spent their time together talking messing around.

But little did they know that two hazel eyes was watching them, moving unnoticed.