about an owl
By Coolhermit
Fri, 21 Aug 2020
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about an owl
my body aches, I'm sore,
my knees are raw from chafing,
my trousers hanging heavy
from last night's storm
I'm far from home
on a desolate track
and it's sunrise
I lean my buckled bike
against a hedge,
my elbows on
a five-bar gate
wondering,
am I the first
to grasp the majesty
of patchwork infinity -
fields of furrows
stretching to a distant
Stone Age barrow
and beyond?
from nowhere
an apparition -
fulgent in the half-light
attracts my eye
a stately owl
beating silent flight
a silver weft
carving the warp
of heavy loam
she passes from sight
a gunshot shatters the peace
a 'lifetime' later
(it seemed to me)
she comes into view
hurt but still flying
I guess she's dying,
I shake my head
take up my bike and walk.
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