The owl

The owl is a messenger. The night before somebody passes away, it flies to the houses of his loved ones, and it sings. It sings its unmistakable song, it sings without getting tired, it sings up to when it is sure it has been recognized. And then it disappears again in the dark.

The ones who have heard its song woke up restless. They know, soon they will say goodbye to someone they love.

The other day the owl flew on our roof. It sang the whole night.

         '*' We miss you already so much '*'