The Knowing
November 3, 2013
Yellow glowing eyes and a shrewd sharp beak
Ruffled feather folds which belie
The kindness beneath as she envelops
A downy bundle in the span of her wings –
She stares me down silently, willing me
To dare penetrate that barrier –
And fear mixes with adrenaline as I look back
Yet telepathically she understands
I will never hurt her soul
Or take from her brood –
For I marvel at the perfection of nature
And I am better for the knowing
As she hides in the invisibility of plain sight
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One time I had the good fortune to have a screech owl in my house. In order to put him back outside, I used a broom for him to perch on. I was shocked at his weight… like a feather. A feather dressed in feathers with a sharp beak, sharp talons and in penetrating eyes. Hunting only in the night. Unforgettable.
Ron