The owls visit at sunrise.
I don’t know if they are up early or out late.
“Dude, wake up!”
“It’s been a while,” they hoot.
“Get out of bed!”
“Come with us!”
They all cackle.
I call back to them in Owlish without opening the window or getting out of bed. I know they can hear me. “It’s good you came by, but I’m sleeping in!”
Startled by my reply, dog jumps on the bed and gives me a sloppy kiss. That’s her way of reassuring herself that I’m okay.
As I sputter and fend her off, I hear a last soft mournful “Aw, man!” fade into the distance outside.
Aw man, what a wonderful hoot of a poem.
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Thank you!
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Ha – love that ending. The dog wins!
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Thanks M&M!
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This is one of the cutest owl stories yet!
Sent from my iPhone
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Thanks Patti!
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