One night an owl flew through my window.
It looked at me, with glittery eyes.
I looked right back at it, with anticipation.
I told myself, please be my love.
Please be the one I am destined to be with.
And please don't leave me.
It got up, in a rather awkward position.
I tried to balance it, with my own two hands.
Its wings held onto my hand.
They felt warm, even in this chilly night.
I gently grasped them, and stared into its eyes.
I looked into them, like they looked into mine.
Its eyes.
Its eyes.
Its eyes.
I felt lost, I even thought I was in a new world.
Like a dark fog surrounded me, suddenly from nowhere.
I sat on this chair I'm bounded to.
The owl stood on my lap, but I can't feel them.
It must have felt the same, the emptiness in where it stood.
I could feel my hands turning cold, tear?, I thought.
It moved, shook away my hands gently.
It hopped to the floor, a place I hoped to feel again.
It carried on hopping, towards its entrance.
I took flight, it spread its wings, I spread mine.
I launched myself onto my bed, mimicking that creature.
The bed was soft, and I could feel indents of my body on it.
As I adjusted myself, I saw the owl with its family.
I knew I had a family, they held me up.
I am finally in my resting place, forever.
My body started to shiver, I was not in control.
I wanted to smile, I want to whither prettily.
I have but one dream,
I passed on.
I want to be loved.