A Queen, Made LonelyI sit in my hollow, lonelier and more forsaken than ever.More Like This
I glance every so often at the shadowy expanse of the night sky, just to ease the monotony of staring at the lightly-patterned walls.
A single tawny feather, medium-sized and healthy, lies in my nest. Reclined on the floor in front of my sooty talons is an exquisite grass harp, yearning to be played.
But right now, I have not the heart to operate the instrument.
I know we all must depart this world someday, but the passing of a cherished owl is impossible to prepare for, to come to terms with. I myself can testify to the anguish of experiencing such a loss, because my mate is gone.
My brave Soren isn't here with me anymore.
His spirit embarked upon a one-way trip to Glaumora only yesterday, and the wound upon my own is still unbearably painful. His death was as peaceful as he could have hoped, as all of his family and friends were surrounding him.
I was cradling him in my wings as he slipped away, his life force vanishing&
Tumbling DownChapter 1: A Special Night OutMore Like This
There comes a time in every couple's existence when the day their lives were forever joined, their hearts fused together, and their spirits harmonized comes around again and must be celebrated studiously.
That date has been forever immortalized in each of their minds, and for either party to forget those very special twenty-four hours is a grievous mistake.
For Blu and Jewel, the last surviving pair of Spix's Macaws, that day had just begun.
The sun shone gloriously as it peeked its face above the horizon, silently acknowledging the special occasion with its heated rays.
They, alone in the cannonball tree that has been their home for one solid year, are painted by those luscious rays and lifted from their sleep.
Blu shifted in the nest beside his mate and yawned widely before saying, "Good morning, Jewel."
The female parted her eyelids, but was promptly blinded by the influx of rays and flinched back.
"Here, let me block the sun for you."