V
Driving in the van,
An owl swoops across my windshield
And up
onto the power lines at the end of the street.
.
I sit at the stop sign,
Heart pounding,
Watching the owl, who seems nonplussed.
V
Driving in the van,
An owl swoops across my windshield
And up
onto the power lines at the end of the street.
.
I sit at the stop sign,
Heart pounding,
Watching the owl, who seems nonplussed.