Beau December 17th, 2009
The days have darkened early, the clouds and cold are here.
The ground is nearly frozen, and it’s the holidays we cheer.
The sky is filled with color, and the wind plays its soulful tune-
The trees are bare and the forest owl stares as if to say, “Winter’s coming soon!”
I watched an owl yesterday high on a tree branch near the pond. It stared at me, then turned around and flew down toward the base of a tree. A squirrel darted away at the last minute, and the owl changed course, flying across the pond to another tree, watching, waiting…