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Owl at Noon by Rita Coleman

Wednesday, December 5th, 2012

Barred wings of brown and white,
flap and hold, full and long,
past spring-leafed sycamores
leaning over a tumble of water.

A white moon rides high and round,
in a cornflower sky,
mid-circuit toward the horizon,
afternoon holding it up.

The glimpse from my moving car
confirms Asio flammeus,
flaming owl, in diurnal flight
soaring south in woodlands.

Telescopic, microscopic sight,
binocular hearing
guide it to a field mice explosion,
or the great blue heron’s silence.

Freedom of air, inner fire,
owl at noon circles west
flowing into a shadow
chasing subtle sight and sound.