The owls arrive on winter
wings, with messages we can't
decipher, watching us
with steady yellow eyes
as if
they know something
not at all
human.
Oh! This reminds me of Nancy White Carlstrom's wonderful book, so quintessentially Alaskan: Goodbye Geese illustrated by Ed Young, a book that should never have gone out of print:
...When geese spread their wings in the sky
and fly honking south,
winter hears
and winter comes.
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Geese.
Yes, winter is here at the top of the world where we are all happy to welcome its pristine whiteness, its healing silence.
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