Close Call

December 11, 1999


Somewhere beyond the crowded freeways of the city we rode into the night. I sat riding passenger staring out the side window at the swamp-like trees hanging their branches over the two-way road. My body was beginning to cramp as a miserable feeling began to sink in. Out of the darkness a white figure flew towards the car at an alarmingly fast rate. I clutched my pillow as the night creature got closer and I was able to see the wing span of this predator. He was heading right for the passenger side window but just as I sank lower into my seat, he lifted upward reversing the path of his flight. I sat still in awe smiling at my encounter with the owl.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist