Owl Love (56)

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
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

2 thoughts on “Owl Love (56)

  1. I had a dream about an owl a number of years ago which was very vivid and very much like what you describe.

  2. Oh, very cool. I love dreaming about birds and magic animals. Thanks for coming by and for both comments, too, Bumba—as always! :)

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