Six in the morning, a hitchhiker by the side of the quite roads

when getting close enough we saw he was holding a large white owl.

the amazing creature held by the man. 

he stood there, holding the bird of prey gently between his hands,

a little like those paintings of Mary cradling Jesus.

I think of that now because there was something sacred in that moment,

a small moment that goes beyond the ordinary and for a second stop time.

Six in the morning, a hitchhiker by the side of the quite roads

when getting close enough we saw he was holding a large white owl.

the amazing creature held by the man. 

he stood there, holding the bird of prey gently between his hands,

a little like those paintings of Mary cradling Jesus.

I think of that now because there was something sacred in that moment,

a small moment that goes beyond the ordinary and for a second stop time.