“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 – 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.
poetry, photos and musings oh my! 