Monday, April 24, 2017

The Hooting Stops Day 24 NaPoWriMo Eckphrastic over Medieval Marginalia

In the bleakest center of the woods, an owl hoots.
Two grackles fly in its face, pecking at its eyes.

The eye of Horus is a common burial symbol  
represented by lapis and the color green. 

The owl is a omen predicting death, It can rotate
its head 270 degrees.=A human neck flexes from 40 to 60 degrees.

In the night I listen for the barn owl’s hoot. I can barely
hear its call. The cat and owl have similar hearing, up to 7kHz.

One night in the middle of another, the owl leaves
the forest. The grackle may or may not follow.  






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