The night was cold and a light mist fell from the sky as I walked the half block down to my in-laws house to pick up the little boys. It was 8:00 p.m. and I was tired after a long day at work. The hood of my jacket was raised, shielding my head from the cold when I felt a large presence above me, swooping closer and closer. I looked up in time to see the four-foot wing span silently and slowly gliding mere feet above my head. I stopped, unalarmed and curious, as the winged creature alighted on a branch above me. He regarded me with his own quiet curiosity. He was a large owl. His face was white, his beak a yellowish orange, and the feathers on his body were gray and white. I have never seen an owl in the wild and never expected to see one in the city. He perched on the branch, looking down, and I stood looking up and we studied each other for several minutes.
I tried to get a picture with my camera phone, but it was dark and the picture didn’t come out well. The owl hopped to a closer branch, still curious, still watching and simply sat there until I finally got too cold to stay where I was. I ran into my in-laws house to get the boys, rushing them and my mother-in-law into shoes to go see the majestic creature, but he was gone. All I had was this picture, which the little boys thought was very cool.
I’ve published my first collection of short stories! Here’s the link