The Lost Owl

 Years passed.  I dreamt of a bird on a lonely road, cold as snow.
I dreamt of a bird on a lonely road, cold as snow.
Dr Abe V Rotor

Philippine Owl, circa 1969

It fell from its roost, and  that was a long time ago,

and I was then young and eager about the world -

What would I care about an owl suddenly appearing

in broad daylight, and I driving a top-down Ford? 

It gave a kind of queer smile, its eyes half-close,

hunched and still, but I'm not the birdman Audubon -

What would I care about this descendant of dinosaurs,

to tell me its lineage, and I, a link to a larger bond?  

No. I had pressing task to finish, I had to drive fast;

Wait, my partner said, and took a photo of the fellow;

and down the lane and up we went. Years passed.  

I dreamt of a bird on a lonely road, cold as snow.~