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20 Barn Owl and Moon Night-fall, we stretch and tumble under rafters, beneath the moon. Bats’ breath against our lips. The barn owl and the moon. A scream, a snore, a hiss, a click, a scratch. Duets of eyes ignite, burn out the night. Your heart-shaped face, talons, and tawny skin. My crescent arc – waxing – all marrow, pearl. Fixed in the sky. A scythe. Afraid to cut. We hide. This flash might blind and talons strip. It’s dark. A drumbeat of feathers scales up my spine. Rapt, out-of-breath, we tilt, take wing. You clasp a shell of skin. I shed more light tucked between claw and claw. Rise above earth: the barn owl and the moon. ...

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