A sparrow flew by me and for an instant he was a white owl.

The sparrow owl landed on the ground and looked to me
with knowing eyes and as much of a smile as a sparrow owl can muster.

“That bird is a magic.”  I know.

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  • The Girl

    I saw an owl last night. Just as soon as the sun had set.