“At home,
I love reaching out
into that absolute silence,
when you can hear
the owl or the wind.”
— Amanda Harlech
It’s after midnight
and the moon
is in the sky. Listen
to the wind, or is it
the great owl’s cry?
Silent is his shadow,
as he sets his sight
on those found dreaming
and swoops from perch
on high. Watch, little rabbit,
heed this warning. Burrow
deep and sleep tight
until the sky grows light
and the long cold night
is morning.
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Night Owl ~ Poem by Mary O’Connor published as Night Game in “Dreams of a Wingless Child”, Wheatmark, Tuscon, AZ © 2007. Photo by Mary O’Connor of Eastern Screech Owl at roost, Flamingo Gardens, Davie, FL.
© 2020
Mary, This Owl picture is just wonderful! Great work!
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Love the poem and the picture! I love owls! Happy Easter!
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Thanks, and a happy Easter to you as well!
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