I used to walk in the woods a lot, an hour or more each day. I’d head out with my dog and sing my way along the path, to let the bears know where I was.
Sometimes I’d walk quiet and listen, or play song games with birds.
This poem burst into my mind one evening, years ago, as dusk began to fall. One owl called from the far side of the forest, and another answered, closer to where I was.
I think this originally came with music, but I’ve forgotten it now. (Sound familiar, 
I do remember the poem creating itself in my mind, as if my muses wanted to preserve the moment in the magic of words. I repeated it to myself until I got home and could write it down. So interesting to witness the way writing happens, sometimes.
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Twilight Song
Original writing by Katrina Ariel.
I stopped then, and listened,
Stood still long moments without measure,
And heard, in the time after the sun
Sets behind the mountains,
The twilight song of two owls,
One near, one distant,
Resounding through the forest.
It’s a simple poem, but it captures the memory so sweetly. For this, I treasure it, because I'd forgotten the experience until coming across this little poem in an old notebook.
What about you?
Have you had the chance to listen to owls waking up the night? What sounds in nature call to your heart?
Whatever happens, keep singing your song!
Author bio: Katrina Ariel is an old-soul rebel, musician, tree-hugging yogini, and mama bear to twins. Author of Yoga for Dragon Riders (non-fiction) and Wild Horse Heart (romance), she's another free-spirit swimming in the ocean of Steemit.
dragon art: Liiga Smilshkalne
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