"His beak could open a bottle,

and his eyes - when he lifts their soft lids -

go on reading something

just beyond your shoulder -

Blake, maybe,

or the Book of Revelation.

Never mind that he eats only

the black-smocked crickets,

and the dragonflies if they happen

to be out late over the ponds, and of course

the occasional festal mouse.

Never mind that he is only a memo

from the offices of fear -"

from The Little Owl Who Lives in the Orchard

Mary Oliver

Not so little Great Horned Owl

Hand Hills Alberta Oct 2014

"Where it not for the way you taught me to look

at the world, to see the life at play in everything, 

I would have to be lonely forever.”

from Lights on a Ground of Darkness

Ted Kooser

Thanks Tim