Wisdom of the Owl

I saw her standing in the grass…an owl…tiny, proud…but mute which I thought odd because in the early morning owls usually love to hoot. I‘ve heard owls are intelligent…and are said to be wise too so, while I had her full attention, I thought I’d see if that was true. I wanted to show this wise little owl that I had an intellect too so I asked her existentially…”Little owl, tell me…who are you?” “Who am I?” The little owl smiled, “as she looked up to the stars… “Why who I am, who anyone is…depends on who you are.” With that she flapped her wings and flew away. I admit to feeling foul… left standing in the middle of the street befuddled by an owl… But in my defense I am just a human. Wisdom in our species has long been overdue…. Which, once again, in my conversation with an owl I discovered to be true.