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A few days ago I called for short fic or single scene requests and got a handful. Here’s the next one.
For Pakka The one where Owl has issues.
This won’t make a lot of sense unless you’ve read the Piglet/Tigger BDSM fic first.
Yes, really.
Consider yourself warned.
Owl has issues
Have you seen Owl, my dear?
Have you seen him clear
A table with his feathered wing
His anger like a living thing
Self-destructive arrogance
A cruel, vindictive, hurtful dance.
Have you seen Owl, my sweet?
Swoop with silent taloned feet
On friend and neighbor unaware
To struggle in the chilly air.
Owl’s anger, rage, all his furor
Is at his shadow in the mirror
Have you seen Owl, my friend?
Solitude will be his end.
For what he seeks, he cannot find.
We cannot soothe his troubled mind.
The joy we take in company
Will not suffice for him, you see.
For I have seen Owl, my pet.
Have you guessed the answer yet?
I know what he wants, but I
Cannot give it, will not try
For I give pleasure within pain
He needs hate. I must abstain.
OMG end rhymes. I tried for the whimsical repetition of the Now That We Are Six poems. *eyes the above* I don’t think I succeeded. But I met the prompt, so I’m calling it a win.
That leaves one. The one that should have been easiest, but I got hit with a single image and can’t shake it off enough to write anything else and I don’t want to write this one and I know she doesn’t want to read it, so I’m going to sit on it for a while or maybe have a martini and try to unblock.
For Pakka The one where Owl has issues.
This won’t make a lot of sense unless you’ve read the Piglet/Tigger BDSM fic first.
Yes, really.
Consider yourself warned.
Owl has issues
Have you seen Owl, my dear?
Have you seen him clear
A table with his feathered wing
His anger like a living thing
Self-destructive arrogance
A cruel, vindictive, hurtful dance.
Have you seen Owl, my sweet?
Swoop with silent taloned feet
On friend and neighbor unaware
To struggle in the chilly air.
Owl’s anger, rage, all his furor
Is at his shadow in the mirror
Have you seen Owl, my friend?
Solitude will be his end.
For what he seeks, he cannot find.
We cannot soothe his troubled mind.
The joy we take in company
Will not suffice for him, you see.
For I have seen Owl, my pet.
Have you guessed the answer yet?
I know what he wants, but I
Cannot give it, will not try
For I give pleasure within pain
He needs hate. I must abstain.
OMG end rhymes. I tried for the whimsical repetition of the Now That We Are Six poems. *eyes the above* I don’t think I succeeded. But I met the prompt, so I’m calling it a win.
That leaves one. The one that should have been easiest, but I got hit with a single image and can’t shake it off enough to write anything else and I don’t want to write this one and I know she doesn’t want to read it, so I’m going to sit on it for a while or maybe have a martini and try to unblock.