Thursday, October 23, 2008

Owls and Mice and Shivers in the Driveway

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There's a Barred Owl somewhere out there... keeping me awake at night... calling...

"Who-cooks-for-you? Who-cooks-for-you-all?"

... over and over and over again...
... night after night after night.

(Apparently I'm the only one in the house who hears it.)

And so I lay there...
night after night after night...
eyes open in the dark...
gazing at the window...
wondering what it means.

(Perhaps it's a message from Her...
... calling me back?

Perhaps it's a message from Him...
... calling me out?

Perhaps it's just an owl...
... being annoying...
... keeping me awake at night.)


So I close my eyes... and try to force sleep.

(And sleep eventually comes...
... rather hard...
... and only moments before waking.)


And in the morning I find half of a dead mouse in the driveway...
... and the confusion returns.

I close my eyes... and I hear it's call again...

"Who-cooks-for-you? Who-cooks-for-you-all?"

Again, I wonder... "What does it mean?"

So I stand there in the cold...
... surrounded by the morning frost...
... gazing at the mouse...
... shivering...
... listening...
... listening...
... listening...
... waiting for...
... hoping for...
... wanting...
... an answer.

But so far there's just the call...

"Who-cooks-for-you? Who-cooks-for-you-all?"

... over-and-over-and-over again.

Keeping me awake at night.
Keeping me from dreaming...
... too much.

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