Sitting on the Porch

something small almost imperceptible is crawling across the porch I have to get closer to see it; it is a tiny bug, so small it has no color I wonder if my dogs have noticed; but they are asleep, not caring leaves of my lilac tree capture my attention next; they seem to shimmer. a different color on the back, kind of a silver sheen. a tiny wren or sparrow flies downward; this interests me. Birds usually fly up, unless there is rain water to dabble in. This one landed on the edge of the cat door and promptly went inside. Does she have a nest in my garage? This was curious. She went in that flap as if it was her flap. there is a whoo whoo whoo sound now an owl in the afternoon? My ears struggle to hear. Yes, it is an owl. In the day time? They are nocturnal! Whoo Whoo Whoo; a third call. This was remarkable. A large shadow of a raptor brings my eyes skyward. It is huge, black, a turkey buzzard? Now there are two, now three, my final count is six. They are circling above the marsh. Is there something dead? I shudder. One of my dogs is having a daymare. He is shuddering. I lean down and pat him a bit, to reassure him.