The white owl

It's late, the sky is dark. No stars to show him the way, not tonight. There's only black clouds, and traces of what appears to be a full moon. You can't see it behind the darkness, but a few dim yellow rays managed to escape through the cracks. Light finds it's way all the time, don't it? 
The white owl will guide him tonight. It spreads it's majestic wings in an attempt to cover the clouds, like a white veil floating in the wind. It's eyes shine through the night like a calling. 
Walking gently, he disappears in the night, as he follows the white owl.


"Can you hear me?"

Love,Just.