Petit Chouette / Little Owl – poem

“Can grave and formal pass for wise, when Men the solemn Owl despise.”  – Benjamin Franklin

“He respects Owl, because you can’t help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn’t spell it right.” – A.A. Milne

Petit Chouette
Petit Chouette

Petit Chouette – Little Owl

Mon petit

Unscheduled arrival

Dans mon village

How brave you are

Gift of wayward youth

Brightening our day

*

Softness of your

Feathery down

Your eyes

Unused to sunlight

Body – delicate

Almost weightless

*

Warrior of the night

Caesar? Hannibal? Khan?

Unblinking

Gracefully clinging to

Edge of a container

Colors muted, fragile

*

Oh winged oracle

Benediction in flight

Your visit long

Remembered

Your eyes aglow

Wisdom of the night

*

Bisous,

Léa

Post script: For those who read yesterday’s post on http://foundinfrance.wordpress.com our little visitor has been reunited with his family who nest in some trees in the village. At least one adult owl was heard at three this morning to take this young one home.

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