(from the French of Charles Baudelaire)
Sheltered by the sombre yews
the owls are perched abreast in rows,
just like outlandish deities.
They dart their orange eyes, and muse.
Without a movement they remain
until that tristful time arrives
when fading sunset at last fails,
and all about them darkness reigns.
From ‘Nature’
© 2024 Dafydd Hughes Lewis. All rights reserved. 
To a lover of birds, trees and rhymes, this has it all – beautiful.
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Thank you, Jacydo. I thought it was time for something short and different, and, not having looked at ‘Owls’ for a long while, was surprised by the picture!
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A wonderfully atmospheric cameo of these twilight birds! Diolch am rannu Dafydd.
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Thank you, Gill. Sorry for the delay replying. I’m surprised that I’m able to send this, as I can’t communicate on FB.
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I hope the problems will be resolved shortly, and look forward to your next post. Hwyl am y tro.
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Thank you, Gill. It may be a little while before the next one goes up.
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