Three Owls In Two Weeks

barn owl scared her in dead of night she should not have gone out, but she did he was staring at her an all knowing stare she thought of her husband gone forty-two years already two weeks later a wrapping at her window sounded like a fingernail she felt it was him, but she was scared Frightened, she hid under her covers A different sound this time. A hoot owl’s hoot. She wondered about the omens An owl means death, right? Two owls in two weeks. A coincidence? Or was her Native American spirit animal speaking? The next morning she sat down to eat her marmalade toast. An oversized spotted owl flew past her kitchen window She was too scared to move. Decided to tell no one.