A wise old owl sat in an oak

Everything was humid and somber around me but I did not care that was my place. There I
was closed to the old oak which is holding the night sky for me while its offensive, rotting
odor is all around me. I like that place, it was like an elegant table on special occasions full
of tasty food.

I was waiting ....I need to be very cautious, they are everywhere....Not short cuts, I said to
myself but I was feeling a need to eat, more often than usual, the risk was worth taking!

...And now look at me trying to escape from him and his penetrating eyes...

His eyes, his triumphant eyes...they keep looking at me and his twisted clamps...they are
prepared to kill.

If only someone could have let me feel the sun again, hear the pebbles of the river as they
are moved by the water, smell the wheat grains in July or bath under a summer storm.

His eyes....his eyes again... One of the darkest characteristics of my foe is that it seems to
prey on the defenseless. I am really vulnerable and this is at last my end I can perceive him
all over me.

My body started shaking and my head was spinning....Everything was darkness and
deception as I start to fly. I could fly! For a moment I felt great for my great achievement but
then again I descent and fell and fell….Now I am in a very cozy prig bed sorrounded by not
two, but six eyes. I am their takeaway food prepared to be eaten.

And that was my end….my insignificant mouse life comes to a close. And yes, as you can
suppose I am a humble mouse ready to be eaten by a complete owl family.

A Wise Old Owl Nursery Rhyme

A wise old owl sat in an oak

The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why aren't we all like that wise old bird?

Cristina de Lorenzo Rodríguez (C2)