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Who watches for the owls?
Hello, Industrious Doers of Deeds!
Today I have a non-haiku comic for you!
The owls returned last night,
their hoots echo
through our hallowed hollow
like baleful prayers beseeching the divine
Who Watches for the Owls?
One of the wonders of where we live is the regular return of our great horned owls. For the past 21 years, save one year, each fall or early winter one or more great horned owls come to stay in the woods by our home.
This year they came far earlier than normal. Last year, they arrived in late October. I know this because I made a haiku comic about it. You can read it here.:
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I didn’t start out writing haiku as a kind of memoir or log of the seasons. I started out writing about pirates. But, over the years my poetry has become, in part, a way for me to keep track of the small events that make all the difference in my life.
I’m not sure why the first hoots of the owls sounded so forlorn to my ear this year. Likely, it has more to do with the disorderly workings of my mind than the owls themselves.
Yet, I still wonder, who watches for the owls?
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