The Owl and The Bluebird - Short Story/ Poem of Innocence

When the Owl stumbled across the Blue Bird, the circumstances were unlikely.

The Owl swore by night, catching prey, playing with them; and sometimes leaving them to lay.

The Blue Bird sung through the mornings and days, fluttering ever-vesent colours onto every flower, spreading her feathers under the suns rays.

Both birds flew to escape, flew to their own their own streams, closed hearts and open eyes, distinctly deaf to other birds cries.

Alone, happy with their own company seeing through every day and night as if it would be their last. Moving forwards, forgetting the past.

On many sunsets did the blue bird and the owl cross paths; and at sunset, the blue bird flew into the pinks and purples of the sky and the owl deep into the nights lies. Living, knowing, differently.

One sunset arrived and Blue Bird was intensely curious about the Owl. The Owl invited her into his world and was surprised by the little bird. Her bright feathers and small frame deceiving, she was like no little bird he had ever met.

The Birds migrated through the seasons, through countries and through horizons. But the Owl and the Blue Bird continued to meet, to learn new things about each other and fly together without the fleet.

As days and nights passed, the Blue Bird and Owl created a love they knew that would last. The Moody night and the chirpy day traveled miles, in the heat, sun, rain and cool to be able to flutter their feathers under the same cloudy vast.

And when they were apart, the Owl saw the sun that he had never noticed before, to remind him of all his little bird stood for. And the Blue Bird saw the night, and the stars glistening bright and although not together the Owl and Blue Bird knew it was just right.

After many moons and many suns, the birds were together again in glistening flight. One night, deep in the dark, the little Blue Bird lost all sight. Chirping out for the Owl, the Owl cooed from a tree trunk away from the light. Owl was disappointed, his little bird did not have the Owl eyes he thought she had. Little Blue Bird pleaded for sight, if only to see her Owl again.

The night went slowly and the day light arrived. Blue Bird took flight, in search of her partner of the night. And then she saw far away, her Owl and another, gliding through the dawns light, leaving the day again to be in the night, out of little Blue Birds sight.