June 21, 2017 by petrujviljoen
Image & Text, copyright Petru J Viljoen
The garden, where I usually am, this time of day. The resident owl comes flying right over. Impressive, close, lands on the fence right by me. A reminder … something … it’s gone. How unfortunate, texting, distracting from what’s real.
night’s early hour …
There! The silent owl. How … who
are you? Really here?
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