Owl

A hooting owl stared back at me.  His wise clever eyes bore down on mine, reading right into my soul. The gentle curve of his wings ruffled as he shifted ever so slightly, to continue his monumental gaze. I sidestepped softly so not to disturb him and began to wonder if he lives here, or was just stopping by. To watch the comings and goings of the city life..

Tawny Owl Portrait

For my very far away friend, Karen.

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