I really have no stories of my own about owls, but I can relate one from my husband. I interviewed him and he told me three. Loving the solace he has spent many hours in the woods and has had many opportunities to see the hidden lives and rituals of the wooded world.
This one particular morning in early December he was in the forest among the hardwoods. Lush green leaves were now replaced with the glistening frosting of winter. A sullen sky of gray wept tears of snowdrops as daybreak was just appearing. As he walked and listened he was stopped by the sight of two snowy owls in the near distance. He described it as a ballet in air. The were flying in and out, not above, but around the trees almost in a synchronized fashion. They didn’t take notice of him, but were enamored in their dance. He wondered if it were a courting ritual. It continued for several minutes and then they both flew away.
Two dancing as one
No distraction can sever
Winter always Spring
dVersepoetspub.com prompt a haibun of a non-fictional story considering owls. Shirofukuroo is Japanese for snowy white owl (fukuroo) pronounced fu kuroo.