Sound of a Hoot Owl
I hear the sound and I stop breathing; there is something magically scary about the hoot of an owl. To me it means someone has gone to the spirit world. No idea why I think this, but it is an internal belief that is absolute. I wonder if it is someone I know. I shiver at the sound. Feeling strongly the owl is alerting me so it will be easier when the call comes.
hoot owls intrigue me
breathing stops as i listen
announcement of death
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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