Raz-13

I don't want the attention, I don't want the light. Don't look at me at all through the night. When I speak you hear what I say; But I don't want you to look my way. I want to be silent, but I want to be loud; I just want to fit in with the crowd. But how can I join? How can it be? How, when I don't want you looking at me? I can feel your stares, I can feel you watch; I know you are when you are not. I can speak with elegance, I can speak with poise, But most of all it feels like noise. Uncomfortable feelings, I'm talking to much; Look at the ground and shut the fuck up. The light is on me, but I'm not really here. Bubbling ins

Greenwood is an Owl. A screech owl, to be specific. By normal standards, a very large owl, standing at 5' 1". But amongst his own kind, he is smaller than average. And that suits him just fine. On his head, just above his large eyes, are a pair of dark glass goggles, with brass fixtures holding the lenses to a leather strap that goes around his head. Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the dark lenses actually flip up and away from clear lenses, giving Greenwood's already large eyes almost comical magnification. And to make matters worse, the goggles have a series of smaller, rounded lenses that can be swiveled to rest in fron