Barred Owl on the Road
It looked like a rock
until it swiveled its head,
yellow eyes looking at me.
It was sitting on
the side of the road, its drab
wings brushing the ground.
I leaned down to pick
it up, its talons softly
grabbed my arm, its
barred wings fluttered
in the wind of the passing
cars. It clung to my arm.
I tried to cover it with a
bag. It flew instead.
Plum Tree Tavern
summer 2019
