short-eared durham owl meditating over the dale's edge, shadows the fields and folds in elegant diurnal flight. on windside,careful sight may swoop to prey and away. your yellow broad-eyed look, at once both sharp and distant, holds me. oh,silence, oh ,wind on green, oh. earth, sky. immense your held vision, sphere without centre, pied geometer of flight, sketch your descent and ascent.
trees bunched by dry stone wall call heart home.

Nice little Ode to a Durham Owl. 😉