And the clock struck twelve
He has already finished his last cigarette
After a long time he’s thinking
His train of thoughts has been disturbed
By a cry of an owl
Might be running late for business
Bullet like speed confirms it
Forget the owl..stupid birds..
Oh hold that thought
That could be my guardian angel
To take me out of this place
The thought just hit
him
He looked at the owl
again
But this time, with more intention…
And he is only human
Prone to basic human flaws
He thinks…it could be the devil
To drag me to the depths of hell
And he looks away…
Curious, it seems to the ordinary,
But he sees a white dove at this late hour right after the
owl
And he closes his eyes…………
