So the painting, Conical Dipoles depicts
The Owl's prowess,
if I were you as adept,
my eyes would be like fists.
Eyes and ears so like antennae
to sense and see.
A vision of multitudes of information.
I searched for you both so diligently,
On evening walks to no avail.
Not in your tree from days before
Or where I hear the call.
ust before sunrise then I hear you
She answered then again.
I saw a pair perched in two trees
Saying their morning goodbye.
She rose like a heart balloon
And you swooped down
with wings the same heart shaped wings
lifted you to descend.
You darted quickly away.