Great Horned Owl
“A gravel road leads from the house to open fields that border
on both its sides, then ends abruptly
like an incomplete sentence where dense woods loom up
with depths dark as night. Here the great horned owl
makes its home, whose mating calls persist well into the predawn
when the grip of darkness begins to loosen
and dawn’s light filters through, spreading over fields and flashing
up against my house with such intensity it might set it on fire.’’
— From “Morning of the Great Horn Owl,’’ by Maurice Rigoler
