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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
We think of it fondly as our very own little piece of Paradise. It's where our home was built decades ago, it's where we nurse our garden, find our respite, our purpose in life but to enjoy our privileges and we most certainly do. From our backyard the soothing query of an owl often floats over from the nearby forest at night and when we trace pathways through the forest in our many leisure hours then too we can hear them. We are alerted to their presence when a murder of crows occasionally create a pandemonium of circling black and raucous condemnation, looking up to see a great barred owl unconcernedly seated on a bough of a venerable old pine and nor is it only crows but cardinals too circle an owl's presence with distraught cries imploring it to vacate its perch. As for we humans the very sight of such a regally imposing creature tilting its great head to watch keenly as we stride past with our two small companion dogs creates an internal stir of admiration and caution lest it swoop to claim one of ours, formidable predator that it is, on the watch for rabbits squirrels, mice while parenting its owlets.
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