late winter
the moon speaks
owl to owl
Chrysanthemum 32
The Red Moon Anthology 2024
I chose this haiku because of the numerous times, when fishing late into the night, I had the privilege to eavesdrop on the conversation of owls. On this particular occasion there was a super moon so bright I could retie my lure without even bothering to use my headlamp. I listened as two owls spoke across a large cove until one had joined the other on my side. It was such a pleasure being there as two owls came together as mates, or so I assumed, as the moon slowly traversed the sky. Just me, the moon and the owls. I only wish everyone could have shared this moment of tranquility. Not to mention owls are my favorite bird. I consider myself lucky to have experienced this profound haiku moment.