Black and grey traditional-style owl tattoo wearing round glasses, with a scaled body and leafy sprigs below, on the side of the upper thigh.

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Owl in glasses with leaves on a thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

An owl wearing round spectacles sits at the centre of the design, with a shaded head of feather texture and a body covered in rounded, scale-like patterns. Bold black outlines and grey shading give the bird depth, and sprigs of leaves and small flowers spread out beneath it. The close-up photograph shows the tattoo on the side of the thigh, with grey fabric visible at the top edge.

Traditional Thigh Owl Glasses Leaves Flower Feather

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You are the only person awake at Cressford Junction when the last sleeper pulls out, and the night porter has gone to sit in the lamp room with his flask. Somebody has left a pair of round wire spectacles on the bench under the clock, folded carefully, one arm bent back as if they have been sat on. You pick them up before you think better of it. The lenses are thick and faintly smeared with thumbprints, and through them the platform lamps swim like lights seen from the bottom of a pond.

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Beyond the buffers an owl has come down onto the signal gantry, the way they do over the goods yard where the voles run between the sleepers. It turns its head with no interest at all in the train you have just missed. You fold the spectacles into the breast pocket of your coat, meaning to hand them in at the window in the morning, and then you find yourself glancing at the gantry every few minutes for the rest of the shift.

In the morning the lost property ledger has a column for name, a column for station and a column for description. You write spectacles, round, wire, one arm bent, and then, because nobody is watching, you add a second line that says owl's view of the platform. Mrs Okonedo at the ticket hatch reads it upside down and laughs so hard she has to put her tea down. You hang the spectacles on the brass hook behind the window, label tied on with string, and go back to counting change.

When you come in the next night the hook is empty. Under the clock there is a single grey feather lying on the bench, neatly placed, and the signal gantry is bare under a clean sky.