Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • A white shadow sweeps across the darkness,
    great feathered wings silent as the drifting snow
    that lies deep in a forest silvered by a waning moon,
    still but for bare birch rattled by the bitter wind.

    In the darkness a rabbit screams,
    thrashing wings echo among the birch,
    then silence falls and the forest is still again,
    but for the wind blowing through brittle branches.

    A great snowy owl rises from the forest floor,
    sweeps overhead with strong, silent wing beats,
    its burden limp, clenched in feathered talons,
    staining the pristine snow with a single crimson drop.
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.