Owls in the small hours

I’m at my desk in the middle of the night, sleepless, while owls are calling from deep within the woods. There is something deeply beautiful about listening to them in my quiet house.  To have a voice which carries through the trees, echoing! To reach across the dark distance, as these are, to declare territory or announce food or simply to say, Here I am!

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~ by theresakishkan on July 19, 2012.

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