I've seen several snowy owls over the years, and this past summer, quite a few bald eagles. Yesterday, I saw my first barn owl in years since I was a kid. Owls are magnificent birds in all of their forms. Their flight feathers are shaped in such a way that air currents are broken into tiny micro-currents, which lets them fly without sound. Thanks for the poem, Gary!
I went to visit my friend Jesse earlier today, and I brought Max with me. The sky was mostly clouded gray, but there was a hint of blush left from the sunrise. As we approached Jesse's family farm, I noticed the full moon floating above the trees like a bright pearl. After we got out of the car, I heard a loud, harsh trill, which was followed by a barn owl in swift flight through the trees.
As a co-worker of mine said yesterday, "Twitter is a great big dumpster fire, and Tumblr is for toasting marshmallows over the flames."
Also, Robert's voice dropped a bit since he sang "Winter Wonderland" last year!