The Owl in the Night

The quietness  in the night soothes the restlessness at times .  It calls to the thoughts not usually heard in the day . Their significance finds a voice and a chance to be lived . One such  night  awake  thinking that I was alone I heard a sound .  It was deep and a bit rhythmic  .  Unaccustomed to this sound and , for that matter , of thinking of owls being near by I was questioning my own ears .  Nope , It really was an Owl .  My heart began beating a little faster with delight . It was also a comfort . Suddenly I had a middle of the night friend sharing the stillness and darkness . I began wondering which tree had been chosen for perching . I began imagining paintings of Owls that I might create .  I began feeling quite comforted by this owl .

His calls in night carried on for a few weeks .  I looked forward to them . And when they stopped  …just as suddenly as they began  I said a bittersweet goodbye and thanked life for the unexpected treasures that it brings . Every now and again I awake  up in the night and listen for the owl that might have  returned .

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