rarer still

She sits perched

  above the trail,

Panting in the heat,

Blending in beautifully.

Had I not seen her

  in flight, I may have missed her.

Thankfully

  she found me in a moment

    of quiet timelessness.

And so we sat together,

  my great horned owl and I,

Until her breath came back.

Until she flew closer yet!

  found a snake for a snack

     in the grass nearby

And flew away,

    just out of reach.

I may have missed it, 

   had I not been sitting,

   suspended in time,

And caught her flight

  out of the corner of my eye

   and waited with her

      — without an agenda.

Such sightings are rare,

  says my daughter.

Rarer still

  are these moments

     of timelessness.

I sigh

  and sit some more.