Listening To The Owl

As I was rising to greet the day…well before the morning light I found myself overlapping with an owl who was finishing up her night. The morning air was silent…with just a hint of the slightest breeze. This was after the crickets had gone to sleep and before the sun peeked through the trees. I love this time of day…when the darkness runs so deep It's as if I'm wide awake at the same time I am asleep. So I sat in total silence…I thought there was no one up but me… Until I heard a lonely owl…and her soliloquy…. Of course I could not see or understand her but she didn't seem to care. She kept her trilled speech going and it floated to me…on the air. Was her tale a tale of happiness? Was it a tale of woe? Was she whispering some secret…she wanted me to know? Was she showing me her voice can be as pretty as the meadowlark? Was she saying if we take the time we can see things more clearly in the dark? Was she saying never stop listening…because nature has so much to impart if we not only listens with their ears…but also with our hearts? I'll never know what she was trying to say… for she stopped singing at first light…. but I felt blessed she was there to wish me good morning as I wished her a good night.