This week we independently wrote a narrative from an owl’s perspective and some people wanted to continue writing. Why don’t you try a different type of text this time, or finish what you started in class?
This week we independently wrote a narrative from an owl’s perspective and some people wanted to continue writing. Why don’t you try a different type of text this time, or finish what you started in class?
I soared through the sky owning the night. My wings outstretched, proud to be me, proud to be an owl. Mother always told me stories of the night and the danger and fun. I don’t care about anything but finding food at the moment. Then I heard it- a scream. A simple scream meaning so much.”GEORGE” I shouted back. George is my cousin, it was his voice, I could tell. I flew and flew towards the screams, they were getting closer and closer. Then I saw it. A snake strangling him. I wasn’t thinking, I swooped, my talons out. I have to save him.
I soared over the golden fields swelling with life from the harvest. Nothing was moving below me; I thought it might be because winter was drawing near and the nights were getting colder. We will be lucky to get anything at this time of year. We soared over decimated ploughed crops and healthy ones. Covering miles and miles of farmland at a beat of my wings. Suddenly I saw something twitch and fidget under the bracken and brambles. We dived closer to get a better look. There it was again then again was definitely a juicy mouse. I dived down.
The owl soared.
Soaring high in the sky, the white owl climbs the sky with prey in sight. Higher and higher the owl goes, the higher it goes the more dangerous it gets. Up here the eagles roam so this is no place for a owl. Climbing higher the owl goes until… Swoop! Down he goes. slicing through the air, the owl is on a collision course with the enemy. He glides up and down speaking as he goes ” I am the mighty eagle, you shall fall at my power”. No I shall not, you shall fall at my power.
The owl soared over the graveyard. The archaic crypts stood like an old man leaning on his walking stick and the tombs were empty like boxes of chocolates after Christmas. Tonight was the night of the full moon – the dead would rise from their grave and curse whoever disrespected their soul.
Jason was walking back home. He had to walk through the graveyard to get back home for dinner in time. As he paced through the pitch black night an owl swooped down and hit him in the head. When he awoke he was in a room with no exit…
The cold windy air ruffled my feathers as I soared out the warm nest and into the night. Meanwhile back at the nest my precious babies are with their mother. Even though the mother has to look after the babies, I have the hardest job of all. To find food. Then I see the mouse crawling along the frosted forest floor. I swoop down, my claws at the ready, but then I see a hawk circling above my nest , its beady eyes fixed on it. I could not move my paralysed wings and body, i’ve got to get back home.
There is a brown winged animal on my rickety tree in my garden. But how did it get here, did it find its dinner. How does it fly in the sky? Does it swoop or does it glide? Oh how mother nature how does an owl fly? My night glider disappears when darkness falls, my little owl flies away and as he does he hoots at me but what do the say nobody knows.
Oh my little creature your not to know, for this is my secret and its not to be told. And for you my child keep your wonders and don’t turn out like me who made mine loud thunders.
The owl soared, ducking and diving through the clouds. Behind him, the young owl hadn’t see the colossal bird of prey which was catching him up fast. Suddenly he heard a squawk behind him. He turned at the very moment the bird of prey was about to sink its talons into the owl’s neck. The clever, quick-thinking owl dived into a cloud so the bird of prey couldn’t see him. When he was sure the bird of prey had gone, he flew down to the waterfall where his family is waiting with a lovely picnic of worms and small insects.
In the crux of the forest we ran and ran through the intertwined arms sheltering above our heads. Torches flickered and surrounded the atmosphere, rebounding on paper thin bark. I heard a voice that shouted: “I’m coming…”. I ducked and dived to find my hiding spot. Over there. There was a ditch thick with undergrowth that I crouched in and waited to be found. I heard indistinguishable screeches and murmured howls. Suddenly, a maroon winged, orange eyed, razor clawed owl soared by like a parabola, right before my eyes. My cautious heart thundered and my head overflowed with nervous thoughts. I got out of my ditch and – “Found you!” exclaimed Mike. “Dinner’s ready” called another voice. Phew.