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.
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