I heard a Barred Owl calling in the pineland.
An owl neighbor. Who are you? I wanted to know.
I went out into half-lit woods to catch a glimpse.
Outside the house to mosquitoes and early darkness.
I searched the canopies of sapling maple and old pine.
To find my feathery friend and life sublime.
Under moon and stars in October’s light.

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