In the shadows of a long night, an owl appeared and sat above me in a tree, and I wondered what it would do, and what it wanted, and why this owl and this hour, and so strange, with such big eyes, and such a big frame. But it looked at me rather puzzled by me also, and whooted with mystery, such an odd sound, I remember now in my little room down the street, the full moon outside adding another layer to it all.