Friday, September 21, 2007

Magic owl

When I was little, I had a small, one-eyed crystal owl that lived at my dad's house. Now, this owl wasn't just any ordinary owl... this owl was a magic owl. As soon as I fell asleep, it would fly around the room, watching over me. And as soon as I woke up, it would land... but always in a different spot from where it took off the night before.

I miss that owl.

1 comment:

The Lone Beader said...

Such a cute post! I love owls, too:)