Close Encounters Of The First Kind
I lie in bed listening to an unfamiliar sound.
It sounded like an owl calling. ‘Too-wit… Too-wit.’ We’d left the window open; it was a warm night.
And a moonlit night too. When I went over to the window I could clearly see the lawn and the rusty ducks.
Then there were two owls, calling to each other from different parts of the wood. Two females.. no ‘Too-woo’. Every so often I thought I caught a glimpse of one of them, a large black shape moving between the trees, but oh so fleeting….