Rush hour

October 3, 2022
The owls landed.
They inspected all the lights... 
flashing.
They watched all the people...
rushing.
'They all want to be high-flyers,’ said the dishevelled little owl.

(Pause.)

The first little owl looked to the clouds.
Mountains of white...
Hillocks of pink, and grey, and gold... 
changing and exchanging colours in the setting sun.
She looked... up...
and saw not a soul.

(Pause.)

'Where are they?’ she asked, at last. 
'Working,’ said the dishevelled little owl.
'And chasing time.'
'But you can’t catch time!’ said the first little owl.
'The more you chase it... 
'the faster it runs!'