Poems and Short Stories

Feathers

This short story was for my 8th grade literary magazine (which turned out wonderfully if you ask me). That was by far my favorite year... Anyway (wow I say that a lot) I'll let you read the story now since I obviously have nothing important to say :P

~Snowy 

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     As the sunlight faded and darkness fell upon the forest and the trees swayed in the gentle night breeze, the howl of a wolf ignited the quiet life of the night. The moon rose high in the sky revealing the golden leaves on the trees. A couple leaves spiraled to the ground to join the other fallen leaves. Quiet beating of wings sent the other leaves to the ground. A single shimmering feather fluttered down to the leaf strewn ground and nestled itself between the leaves. More beats of wings sounded above and an earsplitting screech broke the silence. More screeches rose up with the other. Piercing talons glinted in the moonlight scraping through others. Dull feathers fell from their host, falling to the leaves. When the birds of prey had gotten tired, they flew off through the night screeching in pain, until there were no more birds left. The shimmering owl feather lay in the middle of a field of other dull owl feathers.