A new short story is taking shape

Following on from the owl poem, the short story seemed to write itself yesterday. I didn’t finish it because I reached a point where I was happy with it and didn’t want to force it into a direction in which it didn’t want to go.  For me, poems are a lot easier to work with, like little children, while short stories have a kind of adolescent quality. I’m going to publish it on a separate page, even though it isn’t finished, and would welcome comments and suggestions from fellow writers.