Saving Grace
Strident howling I heard and feared it was my cat
Ran to the porch to find a ball of fluff at bat
A large hawk dive-bombing on a wee baby owl
To find it unprotected evoked a fierce scowl
I stood between the aggressive hawk and its prey
It lunged at me viciously ‘fore it flew away
The barn owl sat on my porch, puffing for a while
I christened the babe “Grace” and continued to smile
She seemed content to stare at me that morn in spring
It was at least ten minutes before Grace took wing
When summer arrived with exhausting, dreadful heat
I was swimming at night when I heard such a treat
Grace had never even left my backyard, you see
Her repayment for kindness was to croon to me
As I moved some years later, I shed a few tears
Knowing Grace’s nightly song I’d no longer hear
Loyalty is built on faith and trust over time
Though she’d once been small, I left her in her prime
*True event. I later learned that owls are very loyal creatures. Written July
29, 2014 and dedicated to Grace.
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