The Sound of Enchantment

It came to me faintly, at the blurry edge of consciousness in the middle of deep, dark night—quizzing my sleep-fogged brain.

“Is that an owl?” the sound asked.

“By God, I believe it is!” my brain answered, incredulous.

Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, with an upswing on the last note, the distant call repeating every ten seconds or so, filling up places in me I didn’t even know needed filling.

I lay there in my cozy suburban bed-nest, drinking in the ancient sound, then got up and opened the window so I could let more in.

It came to me maybe ten more times, then ceased—or maybe slumber reclaimed me.

I hadn’t heard a real live owl since I was a kid. Don’t really remember ever hearing one; maybe I took it for granted back then.

Photograph by Richard Jackson

Photograph by Richard Jackson


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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