Owl at the Standing Stones
She felt bright and carefree
As she wandered over the hills
Touching the towering oak trees
Her hand grazing over the hawthorn
The fragrance of the flowers
Blended into a beautiful perfumed bouquet
Of Jonquil, Daffodil and Larkspur
All mixed just for her
She had brought a sandwich with her
To keep her away from the house
It would be time enough to return
When she crept in like a wary field mouse
She was curious when the trees began to thin
This was a trail followed on a sudden whim
Ahead she saw something glittering blue
Sunlight dancing on still water
Hot from her walk she sped quickly forwards
Slipping her feet free from her shoes
Squealing from the unexpected cold
As her toes dipped beneath the surface
Pillowing her head on her hands
She gazed happily at the cotton puff clouds
Dozing for a short while
To the sound of the bees hovering nearby
Around her she heard the snuffle of the doe
As she wandered down to the pool
Happily she gazed at her beauty
As she lay there, time forgotten
The sun had moved far from mid-heaven
When she finally roused herself
Time to make the long journey back
The animal trail she had followed to the pool
Seemed different from the one she now trod
Trees thinning once more to an open expanse
Showed a circles of towering stones
She knew nothing of this circle
No idea any were near
Yet they seemed to draw her feet onward
Like a magnet is pulled towards true north
But what was calling her forth?
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The answer – tomorrow.
Blessings, Susan ♥
© Susan Jamieson, August 2014
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