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.

who knew?

        that’s my hoot?

I’m listening for your reply.

in and with love 

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