In secret silver
shadows of morning
an owl on silent wings
glides over the dewy
garden displacing
air
branches
skeleton leaves and my
quickening
heart
orange-eyed and ghostly
dissolving into the silver birches
releasing
quavering
hoots with the timbre
of an ocarina
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on Pinterest
writing in north norfolk 
intriguing … an ocarina is a sort of flute here in Italy, are the owls actually called ocarina owls? I enjoyed this lovely poem very much …
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Unfortunately, there are no actual ocarina owls. But the owls in our garden sound like them – that round, breathy tone!
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Ah, way cool .. the owls around my house tend to screech!
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