New York City’s beloved owl dies.
From Snowy Night
by Mary Oliver
Last night, an owl
in the blue dark
tossed
an indeterminate number
of carefully shaped sounds into
the world, in which,
a quarter of a mile away,
I happened
to be standing.
Thank you for gracing us with your presence.
Thank you for making our corner of the world more beautiful.
xo Favorite World Press
