The Owl And The Fly by Joanne Olivieri
The Owl And The Fly Sunshine glistens atop the trees and Wilbur’s barn. He stands quietly snoozing away the morning eyelids closed and feathers groomed. I come to visit as I always do soft whispers “good morning baby boy” and he opens his eyes and turns his head . I never mean to wake him as he sleeps yet he knows when I am there and greets me with his tender smile and heart shaped face. He is my pet, my spirit bird and my family who gives me such joy just by being the sweetest owl he can be. He lights up my days and brings me a sense of peace when I look into his eyes. This morning, he greets me at his barn door and I can feel his excitement for the beautiful day. It is quiet, the familiar bird calls hush a lullaby and Wilbur is joyously calm Then, from nowhere, an incessant buzzing grips the peaceful air around his barn and a fly appears in Wilbur’s sight. Wil...