Twilight
The wind rises from the southwest
Causing tree branches to sway with leafless abandon;
The clapper caresses the tubes of the wind chime coaxing pure notes to ride the wind across the forest.
The Barred Owl hidden amongst the highest oak branches sings a nocturnal ditty, persuading a response from avian kinfolk.
Do they survey their territory and announce their boundaries in such a manner?
Or is this a call of Love wanted, or Lost?
The dusk spreads like a heavy woolen Pendelton blanket
smothering the wind and diminishing its power,
silencing the call and response of the owls,
muting,
the wind chime.
Rod Scott
Sent from my mobile phone.
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