Category : Diary/Journal

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The great horned owl sits atop his perch. Gazing out over the hustle and bustle of human society. To him, there is no construct of time for he lives in the now. Occasionally letting out a deep, low octave hoot just to hear the sound reverberate from the concrete structures that plague the land. Wisdom and patience, his skills of mastery. The energy of the universe coursing through his veins in the form of natural instincts. He shakes the cold and rain from his feathers then takes off in silent flight.

For the great horned owl does not just survive. 

He thrives.