I Took One Look And Fell, Hook

I Don't Know Lots Of Things But I Know This: Next Year When Spring Flows Over The Starting Point I'll Think I'm Going To Drown In The Shimmering Miles Of It.

I Don't Ask For The Sights In Front Of Me To Change, Only The Depth Of My Seeing.

Walks Work For Me. I Enter Some Arena That Is Neither Conscious Or Unconscious.

Look For Verbs Of Muscle, Adjectives Of Exactitude.

But The Owls Themselves Are Not Hard To Find, Silent And On The Wing, With Their Ear Tufts Flat Against Their Heads As They Fly And Their Huge Wings Alternately Gliding And Flapping As They Maneuver Through The Trees. Athena's Owl Of Wisdom And Merlin's Companion, Archimedes, Were Screech Owls Surely, Not This Bird With The Glassy Gaze, Restless On The Bough, Nothing But Blood On Its Mind.