Country Evening
rural countryside
full moon rising, stars falling
Great Horned Owls conspire

Patchwork Prose and Verse
when we came home
from our camping
weekend, there he was
hanging out in the
pine trees slated for
clear cutting
in these trees he’s loved
for years, where I too
have loved watching him
soon his mate appears
and they swoop
from tree to tree
and I hope to God
there is no little
owlet tucked away
in the safety of
a doomed tree