Something woke me up
really early in the morning,
two owls are hooting across the valley,
back and forth, and back and forth again.
Tu-tuu-tu-tuu…I am entranced,
 magical it seems to me,
 being invited as a witness
in the quiet of the night.
I can feel the rhythm of this,
the air is carrying the sounds,
they are gliding through the darkness
like a string of precious chants.
The owls continue to serenade each other,
the chorus of the cicadas
 is joining in the background,
 creating a smooth symphony.
And I allow myself to go
  deeper now into relaxation,
their song is my lullaby,
 a gracious unexpected gift.

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