Well before dawn
In the village
The other day,
An owl, softly
Hooted an hour,
Something hadn’t
Happened before,
Not that you’d heard.
Four hoos, four more.
Soft pause, four more.
Meditative
Almost, talking
To itself, self-
Soothing sounding.
And then, surprise,
A second owl.
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