Owl Serenade
whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
startling me ……………………………….the first time
in the dark, surrounding me, coming from
God only knew what direction.
I stood motionless, marveling at owl’s hollowness.
It was as if she makes her own unique echo.
whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I hear her much more often now,
but
I am ready
Not nearly as frightened.
Does my hair still stand up on my arms? Sure.
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