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
Get this
Comments
Post a Comment