Dead of Night

The last couple of nights, I've awoken to an unearthly screeching in the old tree right outside my window. I thought maybe it was a cat or an owl, but it didn't sound like any creature I have ever heard. It happens usually when it is very cold and clear and in the dead hours of the night.

So late, last night when the howls started once more, I threw open the curtains to catch a glimpse of the miserable critter. This is what it looked like...



Loosely based on one of my all time favorite children's books, Tailypo, A Ghost Story.