The owls and I have been within earshot
many a morning,
well before the dawn’s dawning.
Patiently, it was made clear to me
how to give a hoot
in my realms
as patiently as do they in theirs
as they seek and fly towards one another
silently…to my ears
invisibly…to my eyes
surely…it seems to my heart
naturally…unnaturally…my mind wants to know, analyze, explain…
and the hooting turns into hollering.
that’s my hoot?
I’m listening for your reply.
in and with love