First Flight

I watched the young owl,
On the tall tree,
Timid as a meerkat,
About to take its first flight.

The gentle breeze
Blew at its feathers,
Making the owl shiver.

The night sky was filled with bright stars.
The pond beneath the tree stood still,
As if frozen.

Tonight there was no obstacle to the owl's flight.
Nothing, nothing was going to hold back this young owl.