I race all day
and at dusk
I walk out my mother’s gate
and hear
a great horned owl
in the neighbor’s tree
I stop
stand still
listen
feel the earth
under me
fill my lungs
with rain washed air
caress this big bird
in my heart
his soft whoots
follow me back
inside
blessed.
No Holds Barred
64 at 64—To trusting more (and more!)
No Holds Barred 
I had a dream about an owl a number of years ago which was very vivid and very much like what you describe.
Oh, very cool. I love dreaming about birds and magic animals. Thanks for coming by and for both comments, too, Bumba—as always! :)