Night is Black Saucer Eyes by Sandy Beck in a turning head seeing where you cannot. Night is a community of scurriers scratching at spilled seed and left-over suet. Night is large ears that hear a mouse s heartbeat thirty feet away. Night is soft, silent wings maneuvering through dogwood and magnolia, gliding across a moon-bright lawn. Night is sharp talons, a beak that tears, a feathery silhouette devouring his prey.
Courtship fills the icy woods.
Night drops beside her, swaying from side to side, up and down. He sidles along a branch, then towards her again, raising each wing feathers fluffed. She bows her head for a gentle scratch, then returns the favor herself. This night is a barred owl. The views and opinions expressed in this page are strictly those of the page author.