The Owl

Margaret Pagdin

Email: pagdins.wtmsp@btopenworld.com

 

 

He took us by surprise as we were walking there,

Talking of mundane things, preparing to view the sights.

 

We were not ready yet – we had not left the bustle

And talk to find the silence and stillness he deserved.

 

He took us by surprise as he swooped low into our field

Of vision before landing to perch on a branch overhead.

 

He looked loftily down, bringing us to startled exclamation

And then silent wonder, belittling our paltry conversation. 

 

He stayed as our admiration reached out to him, then suddenly

He launched, and swooped and flapped away, leaving us hushed

 

And grateful.

             

                                                            Hornby Island

                                                            November 2003

 

 ©2004 Margaret Pagdin

 

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