The Winter Barn Owl & Amber Neckace Snowflake May my space be protected

May my space be protected

Made by hand in every bit and detail

To-night beneath my cottage-eaves

because I was a different person then

The Winter Barn Owl & Amber Neckace Snowflake May my space be protectedTvTHE BARN OWL In late summer I feel the chill again the first marauding from the high plateau I can sense the teeth in everything and claws under rock and ti tree biting down in the dry sand of the creekbed I find the skeleton of a barn owl and snap off its skull with a twist of my thumb and forefinger I string it with a length of fishing line and for days I wear it around my neck dreaming at night of the crack of lizard bones the death cries of