Hungry magpies colour my vision with their blacks and whites. I thought I knew what colour was, but they just switched it off for me.
I look across the field for something. Yes, that. A silver flare playing in the bald patch of camomiles. A treasured ray of sun. Well, the reflection of it.
I’m just like that. A silver shadow in your grand existence. A flickering light that has no rest. Please catch me if you care, before those hungry magpies will…
– Chatty Owl –