It could be a play by Bill, it could be a
night in my van.
Last night.
Spring slip towards summer, thunder,
lightning – it’s normal.
So I slip out of the house, say goodbye to stones walls and sleep outside.
Sometimes on the ground, sometimes in the
van, doors flung wide to welcome the night.
The inside outside room has moved outside
from inside (the van) and I have gone outside (house) and inside (van).
Last night for the first time.
An owl settled into the tree alongside
outside at about 2am.
I woke.
I looked at the stars through the leaves of
the oak tree.
I said sssshhhh.
The owl ignored me as owls always will, and
I slipped back into sleep.
The rising moon woke me.
I dozed.
The owl came back.
I slept.
I dreamt.
Wild.
The dawn broke, my sleep and dreams too.
The birds began their song.
I rose.
Another day begun.
Another night done.
2 comments:
There was an owl in one of my dreams last night,
Not a big, haunting one,
but a wee toy sized one,
about 4 or 5 inches high,
perfectly formed, and lively,
hopping from rock to rock,
in a green wooded area.
Don't remember the rest of the dream
but I was happy with the encounter.
Perhaps your owl was doing a bit of moonlighting?
Mx
The owls are not always what they seem!!
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