Question

write an autobiography of an owl enjoying the night about eighty words

Answer 1

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN OWL

In the shady oak trees of the night and the rustling of tender leaves with the hush of wind, i sit there silently watching over the forest floor.
the day's sleep is over and now it's time for me to stand guard as the fortress and the protectress of this huge jungle.

yes i am the night owl...with a brownish gold plumage of the midday sun and a white feathery breast of fur , i am a wise old furry creature.

days and years passed but there is still no one who can surpass me in intelligence and wit. i am experienced and know and am well aware with the struggles of life.

Bringing up two feathery little creatures every year for 17 years long is not an easy task. there are ofcourse ups and downs in my life...life isn't as easy as it appears...

i wake up early every eve after a day's rest...you know I'm nocturnal...and swoop around the trees searching for preys...field mice moles and little birdlings...
they say I'm merciless ....seeing me rip open the skin of baby animals and feeding on their tender flesh. but you see these circumstances are inevitable. even i should survive...even i need to bring up my little owlings to make them strong individuals.

I've been living for 17 years now and i don't know which moment i will cease to breathe. hunters often come to the forest to hunt us...I'm afraid of gun shots. the older owls say that humans are dangerous. they tear our feathers and stuff our body with oils and spices and keep us hung in their drawing room walls as showpieces. can't they show us any mercy?
don't we feel pain? maybe it is actually our punishment for killing so many rodents dor prey all our life.
anyway life has to go on...
so i try to cherish every moment i live.
because who knows maybe this is your last day on the EARTH.

HOPE IT HELPS
WITH REGARDS
BRAINLY STAR PEETAKATNISS4EVER