Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Midday of a late summer day the vast bowl of the sky gleams pewter, a shield of high-flung cloud guarding the sun above. Midday, but in the dry, green-canopied forest it is dark and cool, a ripple of breeze shifting leaves languidly. Stillness prevails.
Until, cutting the tranquility a penetrating, protracted hoot of an owl sounds, waits, repeats itself, waits again and continues to break the silent wood of its lassitude. A replying caw from a single crow in flight, a contrapuntal challenge.
The owl's territorial presumption soon develops into a murder of crows hysterically mounting a frenzied chorus. The owl's softly reverberant hoot drowned in the raucous plenitude of derision and anger.
Targeting its perch, there on a bare broken limb with ample sight lines into the forest depths, stolidly unperturbed by the storm unleashed upon its unblinking head; the crows, black and windborne clattering like whirling dervishes.
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