Julia, the Barred Owl, spends a lot of time staring down at our fish pond.
One moonlit night, I was sitting by the pond, never noticed her in the tree till her wide wingspan darkened the evening.
She swooped down and snatched a fish from the surface of the pond and landed there on the surrounding shale wall.
Catch firmly in her claw, she stared at me with this grin on her face, and as we caught our breath, all you heard was the flapping of the goldfish.
Scared the shit out of me.
Then as abruptly as she had arrived, she flew off with her prey.
Last night a hoot owl come and sit right over my door
A feelin’ seems to tell me I’ll never see my man no mo’