Fourth Winter Wonderland Poem

Cold at night we walk
Around our neighborhood block
Hearts are pumping
Tall are the palm trees!

Turn the corner
A silence is broken
“Hoot, hoot!”
Then a short walk more
Another “hoot. hoot!”

15 years since we heard
The owls in the trees
Two of them maybe?
Near a Los Angeles cement waterway.

2 or 3 in the morning
The owls were closer still
The moon was almost to it’s fill
Westerly to the left descending
A round brightness of light.

Told my man
In sleepy slumber
“The owls are near!”
I’m awake with the owls
As they ascend away.

By Hudley Flipside

Welcome to Hudley Flipside’s “The Seminary Of Praying Mantis Publishing.” Praying mantis shows me her story of life, death, and rebirth. For me she is an image or symbol of the divine in all things. I watch the praying mantis in my garden and have taken her image as my logo. She is an amazing little creature, and I relate to her connection to nature. We are both wild and part of this strange world. She is a part of my mythology as I am part of hers.

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