Life Is Full of Sweet Spots

“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.

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