The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Musty the Funny Owl

I knew a bird that was perched upon a tree in my back yard and called out calls that were hauntingly owllish at night.  It was a own that I named Musty.  It was funny however that Musty might sing his song once an hour and at the middle of the hour.  I thought that was funny.  Did not Musty see the large clock on my back steps that chimed at the hour on the hour?  I thought that was funny.  It was as if Musty was fighting the clock.  I thought that if Musty chirped on the hour it would indicate that he liked the clock.  To chirp at the half hour made me think that he was making fun of the clocks funny face.  So Musty if you are still out there somewhere, I took my clock back in the house.  I wonder if you chirp on the half hour still and if it was my clock at which you laughed.   I have not seen you in a long time and if you want to chirp again, I will listen and smile.  It was funny to see such a fine owl perched in my yard.

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