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….

 
 
 

2017-03-05T18:46:01+00:00 July 28th, 2012|Tags: |0 Comments

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