A Hoot

A Hoot

A Chapter by Dave Brown




It’s the hooting that says they’re near

That sound immediately grasps the ear

A toot or a hoot, whatever you want

Through dark trees, a late evening haunt


Their haunting call is so easily heard

From this stoic night hunting bird

When they are seen, they simply stare

On a branch or limb, either one or a pair


For the squirrels in great profusion

This quiet killer brings a conclusion

These furry bits have no illusion

That an owl will suffer any intrusion


When walking woods, they are aware

Night after night, they sit and they stare

Through the backwoods, here and there

One of life’s treasures, in the night’s air




© 2020 Dave Brown

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