The owls here
are circumspect
they visit
surreptitiously
they often fly in quietly
and never act unpleasantly
.
They know me well
I know them too
and love their
mellow interchange
in nighttime anonymity
they hoot together charmingly
.
The owls watch
In darkness see
Beyond my
Fixed ability
At night most forage fearlessly
In light they perch invisibly
.
The owls I’ve learned
are quite reserved
the more they
see the less they speak
so I’ll stay hidden sensibly
and wait for opportunity
.
Sometimes they watch
and make no sound
some mornings
they confabulate
then I’ll respond compatibly
with soft emotionality
.
Expressively
they hoot away
in morning
solidarity
offering opportunity
and guileless generosity
.
The owls here
are circumspect
they visit
surreptitiously
Each owl a separate entity
they speak to me wholeheartedly
.
Four shadows soar
between the trees
they leave us
often suddenly
they hoot farewell expressively
and challenge me poetically…
.
© richard lloyd cederberg
2020
Between the Cracks - A Monumental Journey Series
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My encounter with owls have been brief and I even shot at, but didn't hit a great horned owl back in the bad days of the 1950s when they were considered vermin by mistake. I also came upon a barred owl roosting in a tree like that one day close to our house in town. And I had an encounter with a screech owl came into my cottage in West Virginia, twice, down my fireplace chimney to escape a blizzard. He was light as a feather when he stepped on my room to be taken outside and let go in the wind again. Poor fellow.
Ron
I admire the beauty you portray , its a blessing to be able to
appreciate these wonderful creatures. The photo you accompanied it with, is stunning. Thank you for sharing Richard, God bless.