A sky trio (one soars and two spin)

From the dark and dense
it did fly

Crisscrossed branches
woven tight
left no slivers
for the cornflower sky

In complete stillness
it prepared itself
for survival

Its call,
a deep lament
for all that is disappearing

sent desert mice
scurrying
and paused the
hurrying
of modern mystics

still able
to hear the wild cry


            no trace of a breeze

            what moves the branches and leaves

an owl,
whose ancestors flew above dinosaurs,
disturbed its securely stitched
protection

last seen soaring
toward the heavens

Thank you for stopping by! Although I heard the owl, I was not able to capture a photo of the bird of prey that inspired this poem. The photo I added, taken by Evelyn D. Harrison, is the type of owl I heard – a Great Horned Owl. I took the Waxing Crescent and Venus photo an hour after the owl sighting. It has been a lovely evening for a moon meditation and new year contemplation, with a bit of wisdom dropping in. Whatever time of day this post finds you, it’s not too late to join me! Warm regards from a cool desert evening. Michele

If interested, here is an interesting article about owls from the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, a lovely outdoor destination in Southern Arizona (not during the summer, of course).

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