I sat, perched on a high tree branch, surveying the horizon. My stomach was satisfied with my night spent hunting, and I watched as the dark night sky lighten ever so slightly, signalling the coming of dawn.

A soft hoot exited my beck, as a I felt a sudden wave of fatigue. My moon-like eyes watered somewhat, and my heavy eyelids began to droop with the weight.

Sometimes I wondered what the world looked like during the day. Was it just brighter, or did the whole world transform, teeming with life? I longed to find out, but every time I got close, my mind almost seemed to fight against the idea, making me too tired to keep my eyes open. It was as if nature was ensuring that I never saw the world during the day. Maybe the answers were meant to remain a mystery to me.

My white feathers were lightly ruffled as a brisk, early morning breeze whisked through the air. The sun broke through the dawn, providing enough light for my squinting eyes to close entirely. And as much as I wished to see what life was like during the day, I knew that I didn’t belong.

I unraveled my wings from my body, and stretched them slightly, before taking off into flight. My strong wings swooped through dawn, pushing the chilly air behind me. I soared toward the comfortable place that I called my home, where I would nestle down for the day, in preparation for dusk, when I would no doubt still be questioning just what occurred under the light of the sun.