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Hour thirty of driving. Day three on the road.
Packed my life inside a Toyota Corolla.
Left Florida for New England a few days ago.
Now driving on a road in New Hampshire with granite cliffs on one side and mountain views on the other.
Black mountain shapes with red radio tower lights on top in the night.
A line of brake lights flares red ahead of me.
The cars start flowing around something.
Soon I will see what they are avoiding.
Headlights shine on the paved road texture.
They shine on a hooked beak and round face.
Feathery wings spread out their full span.
There’s an owl standing on the white dotted line between lanes.
Cars and trucks give him his distance.
Owl spreads his wings full span. Bobs his beaked head like a boxer.
Come at me, come at me, to every vehicle.
What’s with the attitude, little animal?
You’re only still alive because many strangers gave you a break and a brake.
Or maybe you’re trying to end it all.
Your little owl life got too dark and hopeless.
I come to a full stop and honk at him. He bobs his head at the car.
I lay on the horn. He flies away after a long blast.