The sun is recharging me
Scales and feathers
Warm and lethargic
Hot touch and breath.
Where flowers and trees
Reach up and outward
So am I within the branches
Reaching upward as well.
My kind has special eyes
With second blinking lenses
Watching even while asleep
For both enemies and food.
Light penetrates and fills me
On this longest of days
Bringing power and pleasure
To what lies below this skin.
This is my Journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
Pen and ink with digital manipulation