It's Mother's Day!
So, I went out in it. I took a walk and sang a song to my owl. A whisper, really.
The softest hush of a tune, my prayer of thanks for showing up.
Mama owl could hear me, too. She is hunkered down, deep in her nest, just two trees east of where the sacred male resides. With binoculars, I get a glimpse of the blonde feathered head.
She's heard me sing before. I close my eyes and hum to her newborns. The ones she's taking such good care of.
And soon, there will be new lives to honor. And new songs to sing.