From Daniel Riddle
Beneath the sun-baked prairie’s sigh,
where grasses whisper and shadows lie,
the Burrowing Owl keeps gentle reign
a monarch small, of wind and plain.By dawn’s first blush, with golden eye,
it watches day in quiet surprise.
Feathers dappled like earthen stone,
a creature humble, yet regal alone.It nests not high in cedar’s crest,
but deep within the earth’s cool breast
a borrowed home, a tunnel’s keep,
where chicks in downy wonder sleep.At dusk it dances on silent wing,
a ghost of twilight wandering.
Crickets sing, and mice take flight,
as hunger wakes beneath the night.Burrowing Owl from Cape Coral, Florida
Well that’s much better than my “soda can of disaster” metaphor. Kudos.
I still appreciate your way with words!
The march of a 4y/o when another kid is playing with their toy
Imagine that thing coming at you 66 million years ago and it’s 4 meters tall.
I’d still want to see it! 😅
These were closer to the 1 meter mark, rather than 4, but they still sound impressive.
We know way less than 1% of the species that lived in that era. If I say 4 meter owl predators, there were 4 meter owl predators and with that I will say good night sir, or madam, whichever suits your taste.
The more, the merrier, I say! Bring on the feathered carnivores!
Swiggity swice
He’s coming for your mice
Fresh!
