I remember when she would tell me
I could hear the hoot owl,
Often I might suggest I did as well,
though I could never recall exactly so.
Tonight I heard a hoot owl screech
and then a hoot, a series of hoot, hoot
there I was standing in nature,
hearing once nearby,
again in a distance,
listening I could sense an echo
only leaving my tears.
There was one time ago
when her words would sear my heart,
she would tell me about all
the natural sounds she knew so well.
Teaching me how to appreciate nature
my soul would soften with sweet imagery,
the hoot of an owl, certain calls of a warbler,
the annual growth of moss on a tree
during one of many walks
in the day, in the night, an afternoon
anywhere could become our favorite way.
I heard the hoot of an owl tonight,
I thought of you, I shed a familiar tear.
© Scott F Savage 12/2020