The One AM Call
In this world
of automated everything
whirring sounds
sighing sounds
screaming, honking, cacophony
how strange
that hooting at 1 am
the barred owl who-who-a whoing
when no one can hear
but me, choosing synonyms
wondering if his/her calls
are reciprocated
like some late night dance
where one does not
want to go home alone.
Sascha Darlington
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Categories: poems
A wonderful little piece. A conversation between nature and technology. And it’s well written and makes you think. Like on the sense that technology has made us lonely, and the thought of this owl, if he lonely too likethe oerson returning alone honest night with only their phone beeps or car horns.
Thanks, Mandi. I love what your take. 🙂
interesting, the way the loneliness of the owl is compared to the human.
Thank you, Jina! 🙂