The Owl / The Rower

by Megan Baxter   The Owl I found one of the old night birds in the trees above the sugar house, starving, it refused the trap-killed mice I brought, hunter, whistling weight in the dark.   I laid their bodies below the tree until I came upon him, frozen knocked from his perch by the wind, hollowed, hardened by death…

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