The owl in the a tree.

The owl is in the tree. 

As I walk into the deep woods, I can feel the heap, rubble, and stubble of the leaves and branches crackling under my feet. I know I should retreat. But I will stay. I will never walk away. The owl, perched high in the majestic oak tree, and said, "Who?" I laughed and said,me he told me, "Please don't climb up my tree; it's for me." I could not believe he was talking to me. He said I saw your kind walk by all the time. Some are happy, and some are sad and all alone. But you have me. I'm glad to see you made it home, and you will never be alone.