Mornings are chilly now.
I wrap my long sweater close about me and open the door to the remains of the night.
The moon is quite bright and casts her soft beams through the drying leaves of the woodland trees.
One by one the dogs rush out bouncing off the deck boards and into their own wilderness.
A few gallops and they disappear to me, engulfed by the darkness.
I can only guess where they are from the rustling.
A sound up high catches my attention…was that a…??
I hold my breath and wait.
There it is again!
Owl is calling….Great Horned Owl…
Mysterious and mighty, his majestic Halloooo hypnotizes me…
Time lapses slowly but I cannot bring myself to go inside lest I miss the next and the one thereafter.
Which tree he is in, on which branch does he reign and to whom does he talk.
Seconds that feel like minutes tick by between his treasured notes, until they come no more.
Yet,
He is up there somewhere, silent and still, closing his weary eyes to rest…
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Ellie894 October 21, 2024