An Owl in the
Morning
Ooo.
Ooo-O0-awaa.
So hoots the
barn owl in the morning.
Not singing,
hooting.
Invisible it is,
but I know
Swiveling its
head to 45 degrees,
Blinking its
great all-seeing eyes.
The barn owl
greets me in the morning.
A free gift,
this hooting of the barn owl—
Not earned, not
compensated,
A gratuity given
in the suburban world.
I like to think
that this owl hooting in the morning
Was a coded
message
Addressed to all
birds, slugs, beetles, reptiles, rodents,
Foxes, wolves,
bears, deer, coyotes, minnows—
Reassuring them
that their patience will be rewarded,
That this
subdivision will age and rot away,
That the poisons
will lose their potency,
That the
non-human creatures of the earth
Will reclaim
their own.
Ooo.
Ooo-O0-awaa.
--August 1, 2013
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