There have been a few owls in my dreams lately. Not sure why.
The windows are clear glass and wide, so
When I look out to the porch, I can see
So close, and so defined, a screech owl,
Gentle brown with very wide, yellow eyes,
As it shifts to balance on a telephone wire.
I call my fiancee over to see, tell her to hurry,
Worried she’ll miss it, but she looks up
In time to marvel, before it dives after
A passing monarch (or perhaps painted lady)
And snatches it from the sky. It lands again
On the wire, somewhat clumsily, so close to us
That if not for the glass, we could stroke