An Owl for Sunday

Share the flight of a barn owl with me this morning

Sunday and I nudged each other as cats.

Each of us rubbing our scent on the other

“Get up”

She whispered.

“Go outside, embrace me…. taste my day……you know you want to”

And how I did!

Lay there for an hour, heady on promise of pink sunrise.

Or maybe dawn would burst mauve, grapefruit red, a roar of gold?

Knew I couldn’t miss it!

Up I got, out the door, barefoot I ran…..only to find a mop of misty grey.

Tried to look Sunday in the eye, but she had two today, both sun and moon, each obscured by low cloud.

“Ha! I don’t wear my best clothes every day you know!”

Sunday cackled.

Bitch.

“Make your own fun!”

“Damn you Sunday!”

I cursed, went back inside, had a cup of coffee.

Maybe I missed something.

Hmm…..

So I tried again. Opened that same door.

Maybe, just maybe…..

Wandered over to the next field and saw my beautiful friend the barn owl!

A reminder there is always something wonderful waiting to be found. Even on a murky day!

If you’ve not spotted it, look again.

Look harder.

Closer.

Keep looking.

I guarantee, it’s there!❤️