Owl prowl

Searching for the birds of the night.

I swear I heard an owl the other night.

I was working late in the spare room. The soft, melancholy hu-hooo-hoo drifted in from somewhere outside, clear enough to make me stop. I listened with held breath, but the only sound I heard from then on was the neighbour’s TV. I must have imagined it.

When I finished working and returned to the living room, my par…