Owls
Owls are nocturnal
Birds of prey
Large upright stance
Man, can they dance
Man, can they dance
But they can't dance far
When they swoop down too low
And get hit by a car
Photo taken this year, thanksgiving, in my driveway. The owl was dead, hanging upside down at eye level. Beneath it an un-mangled dead squirrel.
You Have to Be Careful Naomi Shihab Nye You have to be careful telling things. Some ears are tunnels. Your words will go in and get lost in the dark. Some ears are flat pans like the miners used Looking for gold. What you say will be washed out with the stones. You look a long time till you find the right ears Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to, A patient cloth rubbing shine in circles, And the slow, gradually growing possibility That when you find such ears, They already know. Song: "You can cry if you want to" - about someone listening with the right ears. Picture: the silence of no picture
So weird. So what is even weirder is I just listened to this podcast episode which talks about the murder of a NORTH CAROLINA man's wife and a new alternative theory that involves OWLS.
Brand new leather built blisters that bubbled and burnt, glistening wet like a fresh tattoo. It took miles of massaging before the stiff soles learned to hold my feet like a lover. - I have sat for hours, a gargoyle polishing his pedestal with wax and horsehair, rubbing brown salves over cracks left by the desert winter air and milky streaks of saltwater rich with lime. - In turn, my boots have guided me blindly over brick roads and terracotta roofs. We’ve scaled sandstone towers and dangled above canals washed in red light. They carried me home quietly when it was time. - When my toes touched the rain, I emptied my pockets before a small-mouthed man with dry-ice eyes and a beard denser than rubber. He tore skin and stitches, transplanted a new tar-black body onto a worn face. - The hospital floor is pale green. My boots glow warm brown. Swollen lips part under fluorescent light. Some souls can’t be replaced.
Snowy Owl, snowy hill side hidden amongst the backdrop A traffic camera 