The Golden Age in France
A retired Australian follows his dream
Tuesday, 16 August 2022
Ode to a Night Owl
Last night we heard an owl in the mulberry tree,
Just outside the kitchen door.
It was a mere ten metres away.
Never had one so close before.
Its mournful call pierced the gloom
Like an incantation, or a spell,
And drifted down to the forest below
Where, in the darkness, a mate did dwell.
picture courtesy Dmitrii Zhodzishskii
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