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Creature of the Night


 

Dear Grandpa, 

I wish you can remember ;

the stares that bewitch you

that make you feel safe and at the same time shiver

Shiver in the excessiveness of the unknown

 

An owl that tends to lay on the window sill

which shows no sighns of danger

because you made it with dedication,

several coats

it's eyes, are composed of dark black wood

it's feathers, well their carved and burned with a burning pen, and painted with pastel colors 

 

A present that is ravishing

not because of its price, nor its texture colors,

a beauty,  due to the significance that it resembles your spirit

A spirit , that was pure 

full of serenity and wisdom.

A ravishing piece that will continue to be passed down in generations to come

 

A beauty that will refresh my memories as an infant

It makes me reminisce , of that one time in my life when i felt completely full and free

A childhood memory where we were dancing windows opened

and a fresh spring dandelion smell,  breeezed in

and i was dazed,

i was put face to face with my soulmate

 

Back to those infant years, when i spotted the bird's head turn 270 degrees

Moment where i presence it stare at me with those eyes

and something inside of me , screamed

"Please don't leave"

Can you remember when i was distraught, thinking it was starving,

and i was seconds from approaching it, but your voice made me STOP?

Yes! The creature of the night 

The definition of wisdom, seeker of souls

An owl that seemed to seek your soul, grandpa

 

Ever , have you ever , come across this one thing, creature or person change your life for the better?

Well, this owl made of  your rusty hands

filled with pasture colors

and built with such dedication

is a beauty.

It represents bravery as an infant

curiousity to want to help the unknown

 

Days go by, and it's just a refelction of the individual i posper to be grandpa.

 

                                                                                 Sincerely,

                                                                                         Your grandaughter

 

 

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