In my dreams, it sometimes seems
That the owl calls to me.
I can not see
Where he may be.
Yet his voice is clear
And I hear him near
Calling to me.
.
He speaks to me
Of my mortality
Reminding me of Macbeth
And approaching death,
And yet he
Does not bother me,
For we all
Must, one day, fall.
.
Copyright: K. Morris.
K Morris - Poet 
So inspiring thoughtful! Thanks for sharing, Kevin! I hope you are enjoying the weekend! Best wishes, Michael
Thank you, Michael. I am enjoying my weekend, and I hope yours is also a good one.
Thanks, Kevin! I try to get the best out of it. 😉 xx Michael
I agree with the previous comment, this is indeed inspiring and very thoughtful.
It also reminds me about a little owl from our nearby park that I thought I’d tell you about.
Over the past week, every night just as soon as it gets dark, we have heard it calling from a tree outside our flats. It cries out a single note repeatedly, almost mechanically every 5 seconds, hour after hour, night after night.
We have had little owls nesting in our nearby park for many years, successfully raising a brood of fluffy owlets each year. However, I recently learned (via the local online wildlife community) that the female has not been seen so far this year and so now the male calls out, seemingly in vain, for his lost mate every night in hope.
I’m hopeful that his calls will soon be answered so that once again, we will be able to hear and see a new generation of little owls in the old oak tree when we go for a walk through the park at dusk.
Hi John. I’m so pleased that you are inspired by my poem, and it was both interesting and lovely to read about the owl near to your flats. I also hope that the owl’s call is answered soon by his mate. All the very best to you and Beata. Kevin