The Great Horned Owl

You are a mighty shadow
perched in the Elm tree 
overwhelmed by leaves 
from summer past.

The afternoon sky, 
crowded with storm clouds, 
invites night too early.

We take turns peeking
at you through binoculars. 
I'm amazed I can make out your owl face, 
your narrow, exquisite beak, 
your layers of delicate feathers.

Windy gusts send the branches
into a fury, but you stay
lockstep with the wind, 
you know this dance by heart.

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