Barred Owl


“Please wake up,” I always say, before I bow my head and accept…

(visit this page. you won’t be disappointed.)

Red Lake Writer

Like a canted boat beached on dry land,

you sleep on the yellow stripes in the middle of the road.

You lie near skunk who is black, white…and red.

One Wing covers your head.

Does it shield your sensitive eyes from the sun?

Don’t you know that is a bad place to sleep?

On my next visit, someone has spirited you away.

Are you in a better place?

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