Terri L. French

Athene noctua

I don’t expect company in the early hours while I am still caffeinating my cognizance, but there he is just the same, announcing himself with a thud. An adolescent barred owl, perched on the wiper blades of our RV. Approaching the windshield slowly, coffee still in hand, I’m sure my eyes must mirror his—wide, startled, curious. Our gazes remain locked for several minutes before he takes flight. The brief visit has probably not left me any wiser. But . . . something deep in me has changed.

corner altar
a circle of
feathers and stones

morning sun. . .
a web anchored
to the ethers

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About the Author

Terri L. French is a poet/writer and retired Massage Therapist. She and her husband, Ray, have four mostly grown children and one spoiled dog. They now enjoy the nomadic life of full-time RVers.