The Unseen Owl
Submitted by Bruce on Mon, 07/13/2020 - 19:00Out of the blue came the hoot of an owl.
Sometimes this happens in my back yard. Sometimes in my neighborhood. Sometimes I think it follows me.
It was a very pleasant surprise - three long, slow, low hoots. A pause, then it repeated. A pause again, then it repeated again.
It calls up in me the feeling of the deep woods. Where there are wise animals, knowing old, huge oaks, and the feel of soft, moist dirt underfoot.
The woods are alive with mystery and quiet surprise. At any moment there could appear a deer, a chipmunk, or a giant, black crow.