An owl was standing on our backyard fence
Serenely poised, undaunted as I neared,
As if a conversation might commence,
A situation amiable but weird.
I softly spoke to it, five feet away,
And said, “Well, howdy, Owl. You’re welcome here.
Now let me get my camera—please stay,
I promise you there’s nothing you’ve to fear.”
When I came back, she stood just as before,
Allowing me to click off several frames,
A presence she could easily ignore,
A feat that equanimity proclaims.
Wise owl, indeed, she’d surely reckoned me
The friend I was, and not her enemy.