YOUNG SCREECH OWL.
Photo by Rev. Wallace Rogers.
Then Wisdom’s proud bird, that old mystical fake,
While breakfasting late on a daring young snake,
Cried “Boo to y-o-u, hoot for y-o-u! Who-whoo—are-y-o-u?”
Till down in my heart I felt humbled anew.
But hope was revived by an echo of Night—
For Night has her echoes and pledges of Light—
“You can, if you will, a high mission fulfill.”
Insistently whistled the lone Whip-poor-will.