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It is contradictory that they admire you for being an image of intelligence and they fear you for being part of the night and of the multiple events that take place in it.
Life is unfair with some beings and from my favorite place, far from the sight of most people who dare to enter the forest when the shadows have arrived, I contemplate the moon in all its phases, I have a seat in the front row in the circus of survival and with disgust sometimes I am preferential witness of the carnivores that achieve their sustenance at the ribs of the weakest.
It is a simile of the same thing that happens in cities where the most powerful end up gobbling up the poor and although they don't eat it literally and physically, they do something worse because they constantly abuse it.
I too am part of those demons that feed on other weaker beings even though I don't flaunt teeth or emit roars to frighten others. I am a brother of silence and my prey is not aware of my arrival nor that they will be the culinary stars of my table.
I am also part of the dinner of other spices but my ability and the fact that I can turn my head 270 degrees manage to save me on many occasions from them.
This last ability was taken by humans as a diabolical sign and even represented in a famous horror movie.
I'm hated by birds, I don't know why, the truth is that if someone discovers me attacks me and many of these daring I've had to eat them.
I am quite a symbol for humans, whom I have captivated by my rarity, by my big eyes that I have in front and not to the sides and according to many, by my appearance similar to them, but above all by being quite a gentleman of the night.
They confuse me with my owl sisters and in fact they draw me like them, eliminating my ears and giving my face a roundness that rarely has.
I am an icon in religions and beliefs and they confer on me powers that I do not have but which have served to make me an almost mythological being and I have been stamped on coins, marked as a symbol of good luck, as a guardian of the souls that still travel to the world of the dead, they have foisted on me the gift of wisdom and intelligence.
My feathers have been taken to drive away evil spirits and as a talisman that gives knowledge to those who possess it and also pointed me as a symbol of melancholy.
I have also been branded as a faithful messenger and companion, objects have been made with my figure that have the function of being amulets of fortune and remove their owner from the evil eye and bad omens.
I have also been accused of being magicians or witches in disguise, of being an omen of death, of being the guardian of the forests and of so many other things that I end up admiring human inventiveness.
I am an infallible character in films of terror or fantasy, my ulular is taken as ghostly and gives me a certain laughter that I put glasses in the drawings, because I am one of the beings with better view on the planet, contradictions of those who believe the masters and in the end are slaves of their own and perverted convictions and bad instincts.
Of all this if there is a great truth, I am the knight of the night.