
Written for Welcome to the whirl https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/author/undercaws/
A hollow crack, an owl hooted out its warning.
The air was heavy with gunpowder, and sacred grounds were being desecrated by bulldozers. Man was in the jungle once more, taking more than they gave. Patches of dry earth, and it tries to regain the power, but it will take years before the land is fertile again.
Tree spirits, fly from branch to branch, but nothing stops the trees from falling. Power belongs to humans. The sky is lit with blazing fires, and she will soon need to leave her home. Her wings are covered in heavy soot and the ache in her claws, continues to pull her down.
If she doesn’t go soon, the spirits won’t be able to save her life.
Flying away, she finds a safe branch, and hopes they won’t move further into her home.
That poor owl and those spirits. It truly is devastating when a forest gets cut down. Sigh…
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