Owl’s Well.

I add to it a little bit everyday.
A drawing of an owl, cartoon-startled, on a gnarled tree.
Mostly because trees are hard to draw with all their leaves and lives
but sometimes in the quiet of a sad, sad night
I add a few leaves to the owl’s bony perch.
It begins to look less startled and more and more like it’s watching;
perfectly still and silent and soft feathers.
Today I added a thick trunk behind it
a few swirls and lines of bark and a whole inflorescence of leaves;
My owl’s real-estate opportunities are growing.
Someday this could be a real forest,
swirling around that lonely old tree.