Owl

I just about paused.

almost walked away.

Until I saw an Owl on Wednesday.

Stopped me dead in my tracks.

She was on a pole, dialing out.

Just like that crow. No answer.

But then she hung up and flew above

To the next pole. Called again.

Hoot. Bark. Wrong line.

Hoot. Hoot.

Landline connection.

She flew to the tree.

A majestic wise duet,

as the nocturnal sun rises.

Don’t almost walk away,

Do definitely fly towards. 

Stop.

Listen to the Owls and