Saturday, November 3, 2018

The Man-Owl



A man imagines himself an owl and perches in a tree.
All summer unseen, in winter completely exposed;
sitting; eyes closed, open, closed; otherwise still.

A group of children have collected beneath him;
they are throwing taunts, then sticks then stones;
he makes himself smaller, like a hedgehog in a tree.

The townspeople have now gathered beneath him.
A dim view was taken of the stone-throwing,
they have called fire brigade, ambulance and police.

Two ladders extended, one each side of the man-owl,
and two firemen straightening, one by one, his fingers,
talons he has hooked around the branch over his head.

It was considered wise not to have a view of the garden;
the window of his room faces the opposite wing;
a television, left on 24/7, masks the sounds of the wind.

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