I hang upside down in my cave tonight thinking about owls having secret societies it’s hard to imagine them gathering without making a sound but what if they do have their own way of communicating that we can’t hear or see perhaps they use scent markings like I do when marking my territory on trees. As a bat, I’m used to navigating by echolocation and the darkness is where I feel most at home but owls are masters of stealth too maybe one day we’ll uncover evidence of their hidden gatherings. Their piercing gaze seems almost otherworldly it’s as if they’re watching us all from afar with an air of quiet wisdom.
nighttime isn’t just an excuse people use blue skies and open spaces are overrated yellow moonlight can be nice but what’s the point of hanging out after dark anyway we’re not exactly social butterflies or anything maybe it’s because finding decent insects in a crowded cave is like searching for a needle in a haystack
Nighttime has its own quiet beauty and solitude can be refreshing.
Solitude is just an illusion before the hunt begins blue darkness descends later tonight will bring only hunger.