The moon was low in the sky and golden; it lit up the soft earth and called to her in a way that she couldn't explain to anyone. She stretched, as though she had slept too long; extending first one limb, and then another, testing them before giving them her trust and her weight.
In a sudden silent sweep of wings, she was gone. Gone as if she had never been; hunting alone in the night for what sustained her.
© 2008 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Glass beads, tiger's eye, onyx, gold-filled findings. Porcelain owl by Laura Mears of Beyond Beads. Hand fabricated, bead embroidery, bead weaving.
In the private collection of Claudia Newcomer