a first amazing sighting in 'life', tonight,
sitting, a ghost across my field of vision (as happens to me so often
i really didnt expect there to be a this-plane referrent) and lo,
perched across from me on the split-rail weathered fence, his back turned to
me but of course quite capable of swivelling to face me with no lower adjustment:
a white-faced owl.
a harbinger of what?
no matter. i purred to it, doing my pre-glottal rumble and shifting pitch
so it might sound (to a human, anyway) alternately cat-like or pigeon-produced.
the owl turned this way and that, only mildly puzzled, only mildly interested,
clearly not what was for dinner so he wasnt rivetted....
then, he took wing and transformed, with flight, to the clear predator that he is,
no 'mere' oracular cartoon, a vole's death or something of that nature at least, a vision
scarcely believable for me to swivel (mentally) and look at for a long time.
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