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Barred Owl

All summer long a barred owl hooted outside,

keeping me company during the sleepless times.

Friday morning I found him on Chicopee Row, recently hit.

As I gathered him up,

he opened his eyes one last time,

seeing me.

 

Later that afternoon-

I took him to his final resting place

on a hill where 3 oak trees grow

together as one.

 

The silent nights are lonely without his call.

 

 

Deborah Santoro