The Polar Owl
"Excuse me, you dropped this."
I turned and saw a beautiful female Polar.
I had seen her before, her nest was on the tundra.
"Thank you," I said, enjoying the attention.
"Do you prefer Artic Owl or Snow Owl?" She asked me.
Beyond forward, she was brazenly interested.
"I always say I am Polar."
She nodded and dropped the feather. “Me too.”
"You are incredibly white," she told me.
I had heard this before, but being male, I enjoyed it.
We struck up a little conversation and she invited me to dine.
She had fresh carrion, and it was delicious.
The beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Developed when I dropped a feather
And she cared enough to pick it up
And follow me home. Nothing better.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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