The owl

A being lives alone in a deserted place where only the moon and the shadow of the sun keep him company day and night. Wind and rain are his best friends.

One whistles at him from his window and the other taps on his door to show their solidarity in moments of melancholy.

The latter are complacently welcomed and with ease his intimacy is shared, as well as his worries.

A solitary existence he chose to live to escape the forced noise, the daily life and its troubles.

Within a gloomy nature its home is to take its light from the moon and the sun beyond the mist.

The air is not sweet in this dark place but rather sharply cold.

His ghost constantly hunts the species of good races and leaves behind only the traces of atrocious beasts devoid of all tenderness.

Among them is a nocturnal bird of prey with a ridiculous face that watches him dishonestly.

Her name is owl, that grotesque creature that roams the nights with its big wings.

His eyes watch the frail man and his discreet activities of extraordinary zeal.

Her enthusiasm leads her to her secret home and sits proudly on her window.

There, the two gazes suddenly meet and are startled by the striking ugliness that notices them.

How similar they were, these abominable species, that their natures communicate quickly and without great difficulty adapt themselves.

A friendly contact is made from this cordial gaze which manifests the pure feelings hidden behind an austere and miserable reflection.

Spirits satisfied, they promise each other a faithful relationship that goes beyond the borders of misery and appalling fatality.

One sees in the other an infinite complacency that well rejects the interminable agony of existence.

Together they discover an indefinite enjoyment in this solid friendship and an eternal trust.

The man invites the nocturnal bird without reluctance and in his morose nest welcomes it with all assurance.

The two soul mates rejoice in their unique relationship and the long magical moments that unite them more and more.

Their evening walks multiply and their company evokes the most beautiful stories.

Where one day a jealous hunter follows them to the bottom of the meadows claiming to perceive acts of witchcraft and sacred laws which they abuse.

This one points his gun at the owl and fires all at once to rather wound his friend who hastened to stop him and prevent him from killing his beautiful hope.

His fate was so funny and finds death on this soil he loves the most.

Nature suddenly becomes gloomy and taciturn to have to push the nocturnal bird so hard towards its ugly prey and take its gaze away from all power.

So that he can only see black.

Alas the pure soul of the poor victim lets go of his body, leaving him cold and rigid in the middle of the woods.

The raging bird of prey cries for its companion day and night without leaving its place, but beside it, it remains suffering and its spirit weary.

He digs a ditch for him to be his last home and honor him here below.

In this meadow that he preferred far from the smart ones.

At his side the poor buzzard remains blocked, this only honest friend who knows neither cunning nor malice and whose spirit recognizes itself rather as human.

An indulgent who refuses to leave the burial place and stands frozen, grieving at the sudden death

Of a rare comrade whose friendship was remarkable with admirable qualities.

A hard end and a harsh fatality for these two similar souls.

Yet the one who had to knead their union on earth tries to unite them in eternity and its light.

Happy forever these two dear hearts.

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