It is not a
to see an owl in a broken down barn.
Nature saves her rare beauties
for when we do not scorn at what she
far long ago,
I was that privileged person
as I waited restlessly for
the Harvest Room.
and a small pipestrelle bat appeared
it seemed from out of nowhere.
It was not
a messenger from the Gods,
it was the quiet world rewarding us
for a gentle and not mocking patience.
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