Each evening I would go for a walk by myself,
down to the west branch, to look at the current,
to see how high or low it might be running.
Living out there you try to guess the weather
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This is so polished, it's a fully achieved epiphany which puts the owl in a human context without compromising its other-ness. Technically you achieve a breathtaking descriptive passage in the owl's descent and flight, the words are so precise, the scene so swift, it does justice to the sheer grace of an animal's movement. And that suspended moment the owl is a pitch perfect description without any intrusive
moralizing on your part. You let the incident speak for itself, not in words but in action and reaction. This was a blessed moment of inter-species communication. Anything further would only muddy the pure waters of your poetic vision. WHAT A MEMORY TO CHERISH! What a poem to shelter it.
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This is so polished, it's a fully achieved epiphany which puts the owl in a human context without compromising its other-ness. Technically you achieve a breathtaking descriptive passage in the owl's descent and flight, the words are so precise, the scene so swift, it does justice to the sheer grace of an animal's movement. And that suspended moment the owl is a pitch perfect description without any intrusive moralizing on your part. You let the incident speak for itself, not in words but in action and reaction. This was a blessed moment of inter-species communication. Anything further would only muddy the pure waters of your poetic vision. WHAT A MEMORY TO CHERISH! What a poem to shelter it.