THE BARN OWL
In late summer
I feel the chill again
the first marauding
from the high plateau
I can sense the teeth in everything
and claws under rock and ti-tree
biting down
in the dry sand of the creekbed
I find the skeleton of a barn owl
and snap off its skull
with a twist of my thumb and forefinger
I string it
with a length of fishing-line
and for days
I wear it around my neck
dreaming at night
of the crack of lizard-bones
the death-cries of small marsupials
the hard beak
as I work
knocking against my chest
the great, absent eyes
as I sleep
watching from eucalpyts
or waiting in dark rafters.
© 2005, David Brooks
***
Barn owls are committed lovers.
Pairs of male and female barn owls often mate for life. They regularly use the same nest site every year and have elaborate courtship rituals—such as courtship flights, calls, and offerings of food—to reestablish their pair bond every spring.
Totally handmade, every tiny detail, every bit made with love! Every owl I create has her own character and soul.
Beautiful Australian Chrysoprase from my private collection. I had only teo of these faceted drops. Perfect for Spring!
Dimensional handmade Owls and shiny butterflies.
One of a kind.
Leverback earwires.
Looooove,
L.
