Pencil drawing of two owls interlocked in a circle in a yin yang arrangement, one with a bright yellow eye and the other with a dark round eye.

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Yin yang owls in a circle

Realism · Mixed · Flash

Two owl heads are drawn within a circle, one facing upwards with a dark pupil and the other lower with a yellow eye, so the pair form a yin yang shape. The linework is fine and dense, with cross-hatching and stippling that builds the feathers and gives the faces depth. The image is mostly black and grey pencil or ink on a pale background, with the yellow eye as the only strong colour.

Realism Owl Yin yang Eye Feather Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you, and let the fiddler rest his elbow. Some of you have heard about the owls of Harrow Mill, and the rest of you will hear it whether you like it or not. Up in the rafters of that mill, long before anyone thought to lay a dance floor over it, there lived two owls who had never once agreed on anything.

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The pale one sat on the north beam, where the light came in grey as skimmed milk. Her face was a dish of white and she could hear a mouse change its mind. The other, the brown one with the lamp of an eye, took the south beam and the dust that fell from the wheel. Every winter the two of them sat back to back and said nothing, and every winter the miller's daughter swept the floor beneath them and wondered why the mice never came out.

Then one December the miller hung a lantern from the beam to mend a broken wheel, and the owls turned their heads at once and looked at each other across it. They had been tangled in the dark so long they had forgotten they were two halves of one circle. The brown owl blinked, the pale one blinked, and the lantern light went through their wing feathers and made the whole mill hum like a struck bell. By morning they had swapped beams, and nobody could say which of them had moved first.

So when you dance tonight, mind where you put your feet. The floor's laid over the old wheel pit, and if you listen hard after the last waltz you'll hear one owl hooting low and the other answering from under the boards. That's them, keeping the circle turning. Now off you go, and somebody fetch me a cup of something warm.