We are well into March, and I have a virtual con looming in front of me, also a virtual visit with my tax person. Not my favorite month in the best of times. Here is a poem.
(I am still having a problem inputting verse. The only way for me to get the line spacing right changes the typeface.)
( And yet, in an earlier post, I did get both the line spacing and the type the way I wanted. How? A mystery.)
Upside down, the owl stares under the branch. Our gazes meet. Welcome, bird of Athena, possibly wise, you of golden eyes and silent flight. I praise your sight and the strong beat of your wings, your talons like knives – who can survive them? You strike, lift off, are gone.