The Owl Child1 min read

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Her dark eyes shine
As skin slips off
And feathers sprout like grass
Familiar wings protrude for flight
She dips and dives in darkness

Her flesh, feet, and fingers
Are claimed at first light
She walks toward home
With the taste of mice
Still dancing on her tongue

Jennifer Ruth Jackson

Jennifer Ruth Jackson

Jennifer Ruth Jackson’s work has appeared in Strange Horizons, Liquid Imagination, and more. She, her husband, and her houseplant live in an apartment in Wisconsin where two out of three play video games. Jennifer has yet to beat her plant in any gaming session.
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