I love evening chores. At least twice a week, maybe more, you’ll hear me grumble and say, “I hate _________” fill in the blank: goats (most often), dogs, cats, ducks, chickens, roosters, etc. But really, I love choring.
The evening wears on,
Times runs thin,
And twilight rules the moment.
As the sun disappears
And evening stretches to night
I see them silhouetted
in the treetops.
Then I hear the Huh-hooooo huh-hooooooo!
As one calls to the other.
Then there is a Hooo-hoooo
Of a response.
And I know they both are there.
I rejoice about it,
Then I take a pause
And think
“Where are the kittens?”
“Where’s Maddie?”
I say to them-
“Pick on critters that aren’t pets!”
And I call out “huh-hoo huh-hoo!”
They call back and assure me
They’ll pursue an easy meal
No matter its status.
I remind them that Maddie
Is not Kevlar protected.
No raptor will easily carry her off.
No amount of huh-hoooing
will make her vulnerable this time.
Their calls are thrilling
And always just a little chilling.
-Carrie Horn
4-21-26
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