He sits in his hiding place. He is brightly coloured, vivid even, and yet difficult to see.
You walk up the street. It’s a nice day, there’s nobody around. And then – when it’s already too late – you see him. Dark eyes stare you down. He has been watching you. Judging you. You feel guilty, but no apology will be enough.
Beware the owl.
8 comments on “Owl be watching you”
Rather than pursuing your law suit against me, why don’t you press charges against this owl for scaring the bejesus out of you?
I didn’t say any of it happened to me. It says “you” all the way through this post. Don’t you remember this happening?
Now that you mention it… I thought I had dreamt the whole thing. This obviously happened to me; I wonder why I didn’t post it before you. Although I posted #tapsaga before Kevin did and then he did his own post. The world moves in strange ways.
The world does move in strange ways. Ways that mean you get to experience things as though you had done them even when you didn’t. I think we need to be told whether or not you’re some sort of poltergeist.
How about a poultrygeist?
How about no?
Would a poultrygeist be the ghost of a chicken? Or a ghost that haunts chickens? Or both?
I’ve always thought of it as a ghost chicken but now that you mention it… it COULD be an apparition that haunts chickens.
Mind literally blown. Well done, sir.