The moon slips out from behind a cloud, bathing the clearing in gentle light and the leaves and grass are outlined in glimmering silver . An owl raises its head, its gleaming eyes reflecting the mystical glow as it sweeps its capturing gave over all that shines below it on the forest floor. Spreading its huge, graceful wings, it launches itself into the dark night, a ghostly silhouette against the golden moon.
Ok, it is my new own brooch. I hope you like it.