OWL AND VENUS

Tonight, the half moon high, 
Orion following close behind.
A great horned owl three hoots
from the power pole behind the barn.
This morning a strange conjunction -
orange band of new light, the pole
like a black finger pointing to Venus
cut unwavering in the cobalt dark
above the dawn's coming.
On top of the pole, in sillouette,
leaning forward, tail raised,
the owl called out triplets 
of owl love, repeating 
who, who, who,
as if he thought 
I didn't get the message.



© 2006 by Richard W. Todd

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