The Messenger
In the pre-dawn hour today, I heard the owl. Sleeping with windows open to let in cool forest breezes and sounds all night was comforting, and it was a treat to be awakened by my old friend. She was likely hunting a small mouse for a delectable breakfast.
Today brings news of the future. But then, all days actually bring news of the future.
Whose woods these are, I think I know. They are mine … and hers.
