Under a shimmering blue night sky, brushed by the light of a crescent moon, four owls stand in quiet balance - one upon another, each a different kind, their feathers catching the faint glow of the hour. Three pairs of eyes watch outward, bright and alert, while the smallest owl at the top sleeps, her lids folded like wings at rest.
From both sides the night’s foliage leans inward, framing this fragile tower of vigilance and dream - a meeting of wakefulness and peace beneath the breathing blue of night.