
The tangle of winter trees
behind our house
shelters an owl.
Resident or visitor
remains a mystery.
An early morning hoot
announces her presence.
I smile and nod
in a returned greeting.
The owl is here.
It will be a good day.
The tangle of winter trees
behind our house
shelters an owl.
Resident or visitor
remains a mystery.
An early morning hoot
announces her presence.
I smile and nod
in a returned greeting.
The owl is here.
It will be a good day.
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