late last night as i drive in my headlights illuminate the top of my postbox, it's a stone pillar and right upon the top of it sits what i think may be a cat. it's dark and furry, i stop halfway in my drive to have a good look.

it's a huge owl.

he's got big eyes and lovely brown / black feathers but he's sitting down. i watch him stand up, present himself. how strange. he's so cute i smile at him. then continue driving into my driveway and park. i go inside wondering what owls eat apart from mice and other animals, none of which i have on hand. i could make him some vegemite toast, at 1am in the morning that's possibly the best i can come up with.