Owls: Owl in waiting

metallic color pencil by Jeanne

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sometimes I heed my

lady’s commands; or honor

her wisdom and sight

Owls: Can an owl defy gravity?

William Faulkner said:

 in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech:

“I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s duty is to write about these things. … The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”

He also said:

“It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless, no refuse save the printed books; I wish I had had enough sense to see ahead thirty years ago and, like some of the Elizabethans, not signed them. It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: he made the books, and he died.” His obituaries, when they were written upon his death in 1962, were substantially longer. The epitaph on his grave doesn’t mention his books. It reads simply, “Belove’d/ Go With God.”

Owls: Are owls fantasy or reality?

the great  horned owl

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soundless flight-eagle’s

sight-  ponderous height-  fluffed up

might-  hunter of night

Owls: Is an owl an entertainer or a see-er?

About Francis Scott Fitzgerald, his daughter said:

And his daughter, “Scottie” Fitzgerald, said about her parents, “People who live entirely by the fertility of their imaginations are fascinating, brilliant and often charming, but they should be sat next to at dinner parties, not lived with.”

He said, “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.”

Owls: Are there feminist owls?

I keep telling you, I’m not a feminist.
I grew up an only child on a ranch,
so I drove tractors, learned to ride.
When the truck wouldn’t start, I went to town
for parts. The man behind the counter
told me I couldn’t rebuild a carburetor.
I could: every carburetor on the place. That’s
necessity, not feminism.
I learned to do the books
after my husband left me and the debts
and the children. I shoveled snow and pitched hay
when the hired man didn’t come to work.
I learned how to pull a calf
when the vet was too busy. As I thought,
the cow did most of it herself; they’ve been
birthing alone for ten thousand years. Does
that make them feminists?
It’s not
that I don’t like men; I love them—when I can.
But I’ve stopped counting on them
to change my flats or open my doors.
That’s not feminism; that’s just good sense.

“Clara: In the Post Office” by Linda Hasselstrom from Roadkill. © Spoon River Publishing, 1987.

Owls: If an owl were to be shot out of a cannon….

illustrator: Chris Perry

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in-gut GPS

light feathered fired missile

spotlight spectacle!

Owls: Is China’s owl more than a pretty thing?

downy pelt – golden

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Owls:Would you trust Bucky?

silver-tipped nails perch

under armored vest: ammu-

nition’s hidey-hole!

Owls: can an owl be the Lord?

to settle disputes?

to restore a tender touch?

harmonize rhythms?

Owls: Do Owls have a heart?

blue for loyalty

orange for flames of fire / heat

heart/gut beats steady