A barn owl mist

Yesterday evening I saw something wonderful. I saw a barn owl mist.

I gave the view out of the window one last look before drawing the curtains on the day. What I saw - I'd never seen the like of before.  I've seen plenty of mist but never like this.

A pearly shroud draped over  atmosphere. It was as if all the particles in all the gaps  had been painted white. A dream of mist.

It looked barely real -  dry ice pumped onto a stage, but as a herald for what....

Then I saw it.

A crack must have opened to let the barn owl in

white side up

ghost side down

mothborne from another world

A mist owl. Slipped into mist, tilted out of it. Became it. An owl made from mist.

Fog matadored bird, that created then dissolved back into murk. A dance of back and forth.

Just as the owl was a mist owl so the mist was a barn owl mist.

As if there were a cloud - essence of  barn owl swirling over the ground.

So concentrated at its core that it manifested a pirouetting, butterflying, hawkmothing, turning on a heartbeat, folding air into feathers, flying to the moon and back....

barn owl

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