
(Note: If this doesn’t format correctly, please excuse, am using new arrangement. Will rewrite for tomorrow morning. Diana)
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Here’s a true story from this morning, at about 4:00 a.m.:
An Owl Before daybreak, a bomb-blow against the picture window, a giant thud that causes no Breakage. And now, silence. Dogs not barking. I go to the window. Nearby, on the ground, and slightly shocked, A fluffy young owl gives its head some quick shakes Before raising golden eyes and returning my stare. Bird is unafraid. “Owl, what drew you into my window?” Its feather-heavy head turns, the large wings spread, and Bird lifts smoothly. It glides high and toward the top Of a tallest juniper. Suddenly, my Cockatoo in his condo-cage beside That picture window, begins screaming about an Owl's heavy crash into our picture window, Directed toward himself. Into the night my bird screams his story, of the owl's Attempt to pierce our heavy window, of the Owl's strength and Imagined opportunity. My bird warns the world that Great danger lurks. ...Diana
Dear Friends: A quick scribble can capture some powerful moments. Diana
So glad no one was badly hurt. Hope Peaches is feeling better now that he told the story & got it off his chest.
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Delightful! I love the image of the fluffy, confused young owl. Set me with a perfect picture in my head
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