Owl Dreams

April 11, 2013

She calls shyly from the north hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo-oo, hoo-oo.  Outside our front door, he answers, so close we feel the vibrations of his voice.  The call and response continues for a long time.  She calls again, but the night is silent. Three more times she seeks him and then stops, guarding her pride.  The familiar feeling of heartbreak washes over our comfortable evening. When we sleep, we dream of sorrow and love’s redemption.


Art by Abby Paffrath

Batik by Abby Paffrath


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