There I found him
In the high farm valleys
Of southern Oregon
Where some of the world's
Best timothy is grown baled & stacked-
I found him
Near the irrigation boneyard
Foraging for 'lost' objects-
High inside a plywood box
The yardhands built for him
On the steel crossbeam
Of an abandoned hayshed
His mission quite obvious-
On residential rodent patrol-
One of the world's
Most otherworldly-
A tawny barn owl
Giving me that look
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