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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