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Territory

Territory, hope this is the right place to rest tonight. Never know what may come while living the nocturnal life. Owls are the most poised and genuine creatures. They fly to their branch grasping with their claws. They hoot, they sit peacefully, and watch as the night passes on. Stars come and go, and leaves take their life. I wonder if Owls are there to protect us at night. Forgiving those who disturb our peace, do they show us how to watch with the widest yellow eyes? We are different creatures with different lives. Territory, we stand our ground. The owls fly above us swooping in the dark. We know what we have and don't have. We know what we want and don't want at night, let danger, not be a part of this night. If only every predator would be alright with remaining at their own and leave the world at their own territory.
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Dec 12, 2015
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#night#fly#danger#protect#owls
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