the owl was an awl
flapped its wings once or twice
before piercing the air
tearing into the emptiness..... a funnel
rolling the air into shavings
the rock remained still
so that’s its home
a bracken mesh
I navigate through this landscape like a polaron
mining the northern flank
praying for another sighting..... I smile
for that small owl
with eyes like darkling beetles
was startled into a cadence
far beyond reckoning
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