I woke to the hoot of an owl...
at first it was rhythmic
steady
regular, like a heartbeat.
Then, as the earth began to waken to dawn's light
the cries intensified.
Where are you???
Where are you.
come
home
Come home, I need you.
faster now
more syllables.
Then...
skittering on the roof.
Home.
Now they're together.
Safe
Warm
Together.
(image from the internet)
4 comments:
Now they look so cute...do they taste like chicken, too?
I'm an Owl. My high school mascot was the Owl...West Fulton Owls - Go Team. My college was the Eagles and I got my MBA from Kennesaw State University - the Owls. They use to play at Hooter Stadium until the gurls got pissed and the stadium name was changed.
But, though I am an Owl, I don't taste like chicken.
How could a coffeepot taste like chicken?
SO they were the original Hooter girls, huh? ...didn't appreciate the fame though, did they?
Wrexie:
Nice pictures.
Betcha see your share of them out there, eh?
(The REAL owls...not the hooters girls...sorry)
Gotta love rural living.
Stay safe.
Well..the HOOTER had two big O's with what was suppose to be eyes in them, but...well...didn't. The feminatzi's had a legit beef.
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