Owling is a great adventure!
What does this have to do with Eleanor, you say? I went to sleep that night and had a dream about that owl. I really don't consider myself poetic, but in the morning when I awoke I had these silly little words running around in my head. I had to set them down on paper to make them be quiet.
I had an 'Eleanor-moment.' She and I will forever be linked now.
This is after all a living education, making a connection with with one of the great minds, isn't it?
Saw-whet owl with your voice so strange,
I never could imagine such a squeaky, metal twang
could come from a bird so elfin, soft, and cute
with your blinking eyes and turning head,
we thought you might be mute.
You had all of us fooled
thinking you must have been a baby,
but in your wisdom were you thinking
how silly we all were, maybe?