Turquoise Eyed Moon Owl
I heard the scraping sound and wondered
Is it the oak again? Is she shedding a limb?
The turquoise moon brought my attention upwards
It was the most unusual color, but who would believe me?
I ran inside for my camera.
When I returned two eyes were peeking.
They were aquamarine orbs. Had the oak developed eyes?
I took the photo, and ran inside.
An ethereal vision appeared in the oak's leaves.
A gorgeous tan owl in the throes of his own wonderment.
I was amazed and intrigued.
Ran back out to see if there was more to see.
The owl was gone, but I had proof.
It was the most beautiful owl I had ever seen.
A hoot owl? A barn owl?
A turquoise eyed moon owl, my muse assured me.
She is the smart one in this twosome.
I took out my pen and began to write.
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