The owl and the night sky with no clouds

Chirping sounds of the cicadas howling through the gusting wind. Cold and damp like bottom of a well. Here's the lonely owl, sitting in silence on a branch of a willow tree. There are so many branches on that tree but why do it sit on that branch, we'll never know. The cold wind don't affect the owl. Sitting still on that branch, eyes wide open.

Looking straight to the street lights afar.

Imagine if the owl wasn't there.

Not a problem for you, but it surely bugs the hell out of me.