Night Owl

Alone.
Hanging on fiercly by a fragile branch.
Bright eyed.
Smart and wise.
Aways stayed ready for the next surprise.

Because that’s just how it went.
Things changed and flipped
At the snap of a finger.
No slowing down,
No second chance,
You only have that one shot,
You only get that one dance.

The night air sprung forth endings and new beginnings.
It could have been the stars,
Sparking new ideas and fresh feelings.
It could have been the fact that it was the one time people couldn’t stand in the way.
Tell her what to do,
How to fly,
Or what she should be.
So she sat on the branch
Staring out.
Wondering when morning came if these new things would somehow sprout.

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