Screech Owl

Nestled between my old turkey decoy

And the lawnmower

I found a fist-sized owl

Decorated with the lint of his youth

And the sawdust snow of carpenter bees

Drifting down upon him

Fallen from the rafters

In an eager wish for freedom

This little one had failed for now

Snapping his bill as my hand enfolds him

For return to the pile of leaves

Lining the eaves between corner and beam

Of the lean-to

He blinks his two yellow moons at me once more

As I whisper, “try again little one

When you are ready,

Try again”


©2019 Lenny Wells

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