a little owl

There was an owl, it like most owls was a night owl, but it wasn't so specific, it could do dusk or all dawn just a bit dark. To owls its not really even night, its just when its less bright. But then you can hear more, and everyone mostly goes to sleep. It allows you to notice details that would otherwise go astray. 

But depending on work she sometimes has to get up while its still bright out. Which she doesn't like but accepts as a part of life. The work she does isn't particularly enjoyable but it is useful to the common good. She sorts seeds for storage. 

After work, she has to take letters to the tree office, and get groceries from the store. Life is pretty normal, and run of the mill. Or the tree. Idk. Once all the things are finished is when she really starts her day. Thats when its actually proper dark, and thats when she can finally sing and no one can hear her. Except the bats, but they hear everything, but are focused on catching bugs. 

So she flew and sang an arpeggio as high as she could, and then sang a scale all the way down. She fluttered through trees, and just grazed the grass all the while singing flight of the bumblebees. 

Life was nice during this time.