User blog:Snow was here/C;

He soared through the sky, he didn’t look behind him, his gray feathers ruffled up as the harsh winds went against his small body.he decided to stop in the old barren valley. He saw a old tree creaking as the wind put pressure on it. He knew it wasn’t safe but it was his only choice .He sighed and perched on the branch. He looked at the valley beyond, with his yellow eyes, he knew his old bones wouldn’t stand much longer if he kept going on voyages like these. He rested and knew he was coming to the last of his days he didn’t move but seemed at peace even with the harsh cold winds blowing and ruffling his brown and gray feathers. He thought for awhile. He remembered his mate, she died of old age, that is when he started voyaging, he looked up at the sky and whispered,”im coming Emelda” he closed his eyes and the wind seem to take his soul to the beautiful heavens that awaited him.The wind stopped as if they were just waiting for the old owl. It was beautiful for a moment for the sun had risen and the robins had sang a beautiful song and everything was   at peace.