Hoots

On a day when I

didn’t give a hoot, having

been rendered hootless

by encounters with those who

gave giving a hoot

a bad name (honestly, how

quickly do you have

to move when the light turns green?),

I arrived home to

be greeted by, you guessed it,

an owl who rehooted me.

                                                                                                 JDG

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