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.

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