Georgia Stranger
Thinking a sleeping owl perched on a rail in late afternoon would never notice
As I tried to pet its delicate feathers, to touch its chestnut brown grayish-ness
The Okefenokee Swamp owl bit me in 1973
Returning I thought as a symbol in 1986
Taking the place of wisdom
The owl returned with its question—
How do you like it that I have wakened you
up tonight and frightened you?
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