September 17th 2016

····the field-grass white—the barred owl’s
Somewhere in the nearby woods we have a barred owl. Mostly once or twice in a day, and sometimes at night, we’ll hear its whooping bellow. And sometimes during the winter it will sit just a few feet outside our back door, perched next to the feeder. I’ve seen a few mice and shrew disappear that way.
316 September 17th 2016 | bottlecap

2 responses

    • It’s what I really like in some of Basho’s haiku, that sort of strange, almost surreal, connection that’s sort of there, but sort of isn’t. To me, anyway…

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