Above a Head

I wish I were an owl so I could fly away.
Stronger than all the others, silent Great Grey.
They'll never genuinely see me whilst I course above down gazing heads.
But somehow they'll know I'm up there, only surfacing to leave mice dead.
I have outright power.
I exist as I please.
The only memory they have of me is my molt spurned feather whose tips caress dead leaves.
My feather falls from my clouded castle but I continually fly.
I wish I were an owl as I solely rule my life and synthesize with the sky.

by Jessica Herzog

Look Closer

Taking a walk is always a good experience. Details easily missed otherwise are put into a new perspective when we slow down and enjoy the view. A typical trail yielded some unique close up pictures the other day when I went hiking. Look closer!