Owls 23 Thursday Oct 2025 Posted by Bill Bisgood in birds, nature, poem, Poetry, Quatrain ≈ 6 Comments Tagsowls, poem, Poetry, Quatrain preferring the company of owls he slept most mornings his boots drying under the stairs leaf mold littering the hall mat Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
The Write Idea 
Nice one
Thank you 😊
I love this. What a vivid vignette you’ve created.
That’s good of you, I’m really glad you like it.
I swear, I left a comment on this yesterday!
This feels autobiographical; I like this character!
I thought you had, odd.
There is a reality to it, especially leaf mould left on carpets.