Short Story

Karma is a Red Head with Brown Eyes

Little, little owlet,

What have you done?

You've gone and fallen

Out of your hollow

And now you're on the ground.

I guess I'll pick you up

To take you home with me,

So you can grow

And I can show you

All you'll ever want to see.

For now this golden cage

Will keep you close and safe,

While I tell your family

and your friends

You won't becoming home again.

Here, have these books

And read to your heart's content,

Because for now

Your wounded wing

Will surely slow you down.

I know you want to fly,

But you tried that already.

You fell to the needles

That fell from the pines

And broke your heart and mine.

Don't worry about them,

All you need is me.

With a little more training,

And a good claw grip,

We'll take them all by storm.

You should have been warned

Little owlet,

That I am not one to be crossed.

I'll break that healing heart of yours

And stab you in the back.

Cry all you like,

Your tears are a waste.

You work for me

And what I say

Goes.