THE BURROWING OWL

Posted on November 11, 2015 by | 9 Comments

 

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This is the rock
you claimed last winter
beside the dusty road I traveled
with bales of hay—
your hole, your home

though I may own it
and all the ground around
the living wage you make
of bugs, beetles and mice.
This is your rock.

 

 

Burrowing Owl

 

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9 responses to “THE BURROWING OWL”

  1. allentimphotos2's avatar allentimphotos2 | November 11, 2015 at 8:53 am | Reply

    Very nice discovery and the poem that goes with the image.

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  2. sustainabilitea's avatar sustainabilitea | November 11, 2015 at 10:25 am | Reply

    Cute little guy and lovely poem, John.

    janet

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    • John's avatar John | November 11, 2015 at 10:52 am | Reply

      I suspect we’ll be friends for awhile, but I wonder where the rest of his/her crew is? I hate to think he/she’s all alone. According to Wiki the males are apt to be alone when not courting a couple of wives.

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  3. Richard's avatar Richard | November 11, 2015 at 11:03 am | Reply

    It’s the alone time of year.

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  4. Heather's avatar Heather | November 11, 2015 at 11:32 am | Reply

    LOVE IT!!!! I see them here along the bay….

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  5. Cryptic Garland's avatar Cryptic Garland | November 12, 2015 at 1:00 am | Reply

    I enlarged it ’til I only had the head in the screen and it was still as sharp as could be. Those eyes had you pegged.

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