#mailedin

hoo ! beak opens in a sleepy yawn, as the last bits of sunlight drag slowly down the walls. little brown owl shakes his feathers as if to shake off the sleep from bones. the sun slowly dips ‘neath the windows, coating the museum walls in a lovely orange hue. feathers smooth into place , &  he admires the shadows cast by such a sunset ,  especially the longer ones . . .