A Night for Lost Souls

A Night for Lost Souls

It was a clear winter night with
spotty stars covering the sky and
just a sliver of white moon showing

It was a cold winter night with
Only the arms of my quilted jacket
wrapped around me for warmth

It was a lonely winter night with
no one to listen to the wishes I
made to the stars high above

It was the kind of night that I
thought I might lose my soul
until I heard the owl call my name

I used the line, “I heard the owl call my name” from the book of the same title by Margaret Craven

Day Six

Silent Stones

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Silent Stones

I have ben painting animals on rocks – this years Christmas gift project for my best friends. The ones who will not snicker when they open the package. One calico cat is finished and it looks at me with a bewildered expression as I cover another small rock with white paint. This stone is destined to become an owl for a friend who throws shoes at the squirrels in her garden. I have no illusions that this owl will do anything other than make her smile.


snowy owl
silent as a stone
in the woods