There is an owl off yonder
Just hoot hoo hooing
It doesn’t make a difference
Not a difference does it make in the state
That I’m in
This state of being where I’m not where I want to be today yesterday this week month year
I’m standing feet away from understanding what I’m left with after this
Rude grabbing and holding of things
There’s an owl out hunting and I, the human, am too busy thinking about my own problems
How very typical of me
No I insist
As a human
Wondering wandering to him leaving me
Wondering
How many times more will this happen before it’s over?
Elucidating Questions 
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