I am a night owl.
We are birds of a feather, solitary and nocturnal.
This night owl appeared to me in a dream years ago.
He is ever watchful perched on a winter oak, illuminated by a full moon.
As he came to life on the canvas I was reminded of his wisdom.
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?
~ English Nursery Rhyme