(Not an owl, but this is the tree.)
It hooted just southeast of my pillow,
and I remembered how Abby kept her window shut
after she found the feather
fearful an owl would whisk her off in talons of torment
or perhaps peck her to pieces.
Anything’s possible.
Word Count: 40
(So this is a hawk and not an owl. But it’s still scary.)
Today’s Reading: Matthew 13-18
In the Stillness,
Sandy
As usual, you and it was filled with a treat! I loved it! Thanks. Sure would love to be as good as you are with photos. Bless you.
YOU are a treat
that’s oh so sweet. 😉
Sandy, I love what you’re doing here, with each post for Lent’s 40 days being only 40 words. I bet you’re enjoying the challenge, too.
So beautiful. So you!