From 1 owl to another

From 1 owl to another

An owl,
Hiding her scowl with a grin in a dark corner,
Using drugs as a way to cope with the pain and forget the trauma,
Seems to find temporary happiness that never seems to last,
Too many estranged demons haunt her past,
Too many fake friends ready to stab her in the back,
Life at a cross roads, trying to find the right track,
She could be an ostrich and bury her head in the sand,
But she's a beautiful owl full of wisdom flying to the tomorrow land,
Even though she is bird quit small,
She can flare up in a heart beat full of rage,
She's living proof that this is an owl no man can cage. 
I have no right to speak these words but they have never been truer,
Always fly strong athene noctua