These two birds have been waiting for each other.
Guardian the Owl, Jonah, 9, Halls Gap,Vic.
(Read here about Jonah and his family’s ‘sculptured life’ )
My first flight
My first flight was to be to the moon.
I waited all night until my little eyes wouldn’t open anymore. Somehow I kept them open.
I waited until my neck wouldn’t support my head anymore; I pushed it up with my hands and waited.
The adults promised me I would fly to the moon that night of the party; if I were good then I would get to go.
I think they forgot about the promise, but I never did.
Jen Jamieson, Perth