non-fiction

Barred Owl Facts

Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc on Unsplash Barred Owls
Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc on Unsplash

Barred Owls have a rich baritone sound, often heard in southern swamps, calling to each other in the pleasant noises of friendship.

Nightly, hunting and calling is most frequent, but these owls may also be around during the day, especially at dawn and dusk when food may be more likely found.

The Great Horned Owl, being a larger owl and a bit more aggressive, their territory may encourage the Barred Owl’s movement away from open wooded areas.
Mice and small creatures, including squirrels, rabbits, opossums, shrews are fair game to owls; And just in case you didn’t know, they also may eat birds, frogs, salamanders, snakes, lizards, some insects and crayfish, crabs, and fish.

Nesting is established with both male and female, a duet of sorts, sometimes in old nests left by other creatures and perhaps alternating nests with some hawks. Mother owls stay in the nest with the eggs and the male takes care of the female and the young start flight at about 6 weeks old.

Source: Audubon.org

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poetry

Not Just Another Fish in the Sea


common clownfish
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Hermaphrodites
Clownfish are like this oh yes
does that change the tale?
or simply change the posits
interesting facts to learn

poor male Anglerfish
one chomp and your duty’s done
nature’s own fusion
how much did they wish it true?
being barnacles would rule

Monoecious fish
they have versatility
the soup of the day
one moment his, another hers
puts a new spin on humans

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A Poet Like Me

waterfalls
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A poet like me
Casting nets to the windy
Waterfalls wonder
If there is a melody
Playing for their rhythmic splash

Nature calls for me
Letting them to other souls
Telling their story
Asking for breaths of honor
And telling of their life songs

At last, they hear verbs
Splashing falling waterfalls
Waters to refresh
Standing underneath the flow
Feeling the wet, mossy stones

Taking leaps for love
Hand in hand forever more
And next, the lovers
Dance upon the sandy shores
Aromatic tides of salt

Shell crumbs under feet
Tides rushing with salt and sand
Like dermabrasion
Scrubbing sludge and adding more
Taking away worried songs

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