Working at the Owl Factory

Just Another Monday…

L.T. Garvin
1 min readMay 15, 2023

I thought I would fit in

at the Owl Factory

assembling the multi-colored

felt owls

matching their personalities

to beady sets of eyes.

Even the creepy guy

next to me

wasn’t much of a bother

at first…

his smirking critiques

fell off my sallow skin

as if it were waterproof,


“Owls aren’t that great, you know

birds of prey

kill small animals.

Pink flamingos, now that’s where

you want to be.

Oh look, your eye,

is just hanging there….”

He couldn’t shut up

I was hoping they would move him

to crows,

but I knew

he wasn’t smart enough

for blackbirds.

I wanted to stay at my post

knee-deep in multi-colored

owl parts.

“Really?” Creep said.

“There’s no retirement

or health insurance



L.T. Garvin

Lana Broussard writing as L.T. Garvin , Author -English Teacher - ESL Tutor — Writes Fiction, Poetry, and Various Articles on the Quandries of Life.