Strix alucoCC BY 3.0
There might be birds with a song
sweeter than mine.
Many say I sing out of tune.
Still, only my call can help him
find his way home
and only my lullaby
can disperse the horrors
Day 4 of the 2014 November PAD challenge.
This poem is devoted to a couple of owls that lived in my yard last summer. Their love song was not beautiful, but it was somehow reassuring. Apparently owls are monogamous and they mate for life. One evening I managed to make this photo: