In a neighborhood there stood an old abandoned house with a young cat. They were sat on the windowsill late at night, staring up with their dull eyes at the dark sky filled with bright shining stars, wishing that one day they'll find a home. A warm place where they could feel loved and cared about. Maybe there they would even be able to eat a real meal or two, although they would usually think to themselves «who would want a dirty cat like me?»

Mother nature welcomes spring with open arms, and the snow which was left behind begins to slowly melt away, the warm rays of the sun shines throughout the day, leaving only minor puddles behind from the rays. Birds begin to sing, a song of love to attract their future mate while Tulips and flowers bloom, their petals coloured red and yellow, all the colours of the rainbow appear during this period and new lives are brought into the world.

There was a bird, an owl, outside of my window sitting on a maple tree. It's big amber eyes stared at me through the glass as if it's ready to lunge at me any given moment, watching my every move while I sit facing it.