Owl Stories

It was a lovely day in the Rockies. Bear and Girl had broken their fast, and were sitting in their favorite places on the porch, watching the mountains age. There was a light breeze, and a leaf blew onto Girl's lap, where she sat on the rocking chair, with her feet on the seat, her knees up high, and her chin resting on them. She smiled, picked up the leaf, and looked at it. "Bear," she said. His head swiveled towards her...

There’s a man with an ostrich,he’s got it on a lead;he’s taking it for a walk!I shouldn’t gawk. Now there’s a hawkand he’s going “squawk, squawk!”He coming at me.Woop, there goes my knee! The man with an ostrich,he’s got a cannon now.Ka-pow! Ka-pow!Ooft, fuck, shit, OW! For fuck’s sake,now there’s an owl!“Have you seen the news?”Then he goes for a snooze. We’re in a blender.Life over.Return to sender.I’m a clover!

One summer evening when I was about 4 or 5 years old, an owl was hooting off in the woods. It was a moon-dark night so from inside the cabin all that could be seen was a pitch black empty.I stood at the window and tried with all my might to see the owl. “who..whoo” the owl hooted. It sounded closer but all I could see was blackness. I moved upstairs thinking it would be better if I was higher up near the trees. "Who…Whooo...

Little Luna, in the sky, burning bright, way up high,you guide my way home,even when I roam. My Goddess, my light,burning bright. In your gentle glow,I bask at night. Like the wolf, the cat, the owl and the bat,I love you, it's as simple as that.