|Flickr Creative Commons photo by VirtualEyeSee|
There are owls in the neighborhood now.
Two barred owls wondering,
“Who cooks for you?”
They wake us in the middle of the night.
We worry about the littlest skunk.
The one with white angel wings.
The silent puff of scent who cleans up dropped seed
beneath our bird feeders each dusk.
We are simply spectators in this backyard drama.
Is it bad form to cheer equally
for predator and for prey?
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2018