Weekly feature by: Mike Andrelczyk
She said she’d never seen an owl.
But for the past 7 years a Great Horned Owl
Has been perched upon her left shoulder
So I lead her to the ornate mirror in the master
Bedroom – the mirror her Great-Grandfather gave us
On our wedding day.
“Look,” I say pointing to the owl – yellow eyes glowing
From its head which swivels on her shoulder, “that’s an owl.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” she says.
From the bedroom we can clearly hear a drop of water
Falling from the faucet in the kitchen sink
Into a dirty coffee mug that’s already half-full of water.