there they are at the ridge
hoped for, but not expected
the Little Owls
so wished for in the dusk

leap-owl three times
at the ridge tiles
and then a mating
with harsh screams
 

again one in the morning
white-speckled like in a snow shower
taking cover against the wind
behind a roof tile

this dying house
shelters new life

April 16, 2015, Oude Willem