The Trash and The Green Owl

Cale was drunk.

He had to be. There was no other explanation as to what was currently happening. Either that or the war had caused him to lose his mind and he was hallucinating.

There was no way- no possible, conceivable way- that he was looking into the eyes of a human sized green owl he vaguely recognized from his life in Korea while sitting at the bar of a nearly empty bar.

"I've lost it," Cale murmured. "I've completely lost it."