Notes to an owl

Her love seemed forever, her patience divine.

But she had a favorite, a dog named Regina.

Her wisdom infinite, her compassion an ocean

But when Regina was lost, it all came unbound.

Quill casually strolled over to the window and pushed it open. He reached into his pirate pockets and found a scrap of paper and a pen. Turning his back to the room, he scrawled a quick note on it.

“Did you see the gray figure walk in?”

Quill, as secretly as he could manage, held the scrap out the window until he felt Percy’s claws snatch it away.