Night Visitors #SOL22

We’ve had lots of owl visitors the last couple of weeks, both Eastern Screech Owls and a pair of Great Horned Owls. This summer we heard Barred Owls calling to one another. We live right on a river, and have lots of dead trees nearby, so it’s a great spot for them. They bring us so much joy, and I think we appreciate them because they don’t visit as often as other birds. Our serendipitous nocturnal meetings inspired this poemish piece.

Cool night’s closed windows

Keep calls from reaching me

I brave evening’s air

Pull up the quilt

Cock my head

And wait

They’re back

Thanks for wondering and wandering a bit with me today. And many thanks to the crew at Two Writing Teachers, and the extended SOL community, for giving us the time, space, and encouragement to live the writerly life here every Tuesday throughout the year and daily during the month of March.

4 thoughts on “Night Visitors #SOL22

  1. I love hearing owls, too. I can often hear them in the early morning when I walk. Sometimes they wake me up with their calling. One of my neighbors cared for a mother and baby owl that fell from their tree. She fed the mother so she could regurgitate for her baby. I’ve heard that they return and call to her.

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  2. You had me at ‘Whooo.’ I love owls and here in town, in a nearby tree, I will occasionally hear a hooting owl at night…and love it! I’ve not seen it during the day, but then I’ve never looked. Perhaps I’ll try scouting it out. How lucky for you to see them during the daylight hours. šŸ™‚

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  3. What I love the most about this is you captured just enough to make me want more! My area is too populated (or Iā€™m asleep at all the wrong times) to experience the beauty of owls.

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  4. Owls are my “spirit animal” (I have one permanently reading on my shoulder), so I had to click on your link. Your poem is so descriptive in minimal language–the cooler weather, your anticipation, and the gift of owl calls in the night. I have been lucky to hear our screech owls early in the morning as I tread to my backyard to fill the bird feeder that brought goldfinches to my backyard yesterday.

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