Last night I woke to the deep,
non-musical hoots from a great horned owl outside my window.
Soon
another owl began to hoot in a higher tone. This happened more than
once, the two owls trading off hooting until they began to call
simultaneously, and to my pleasure, in harmony.
The previously
non-musical sounds took on a different quality all together.
I fell
asleep thinking about all the things we miss in the night.
