Smug owl outside thinks she is better than me. She has a face like an Ibo mask, and she keeps shifting her shoulders like Toshiro Mifune in Yojimbo. She is mocking me by hopping along faster than I can walk. She knows I wouldn’t last a day where it came from.
She just stood in front of a car (an owl playing chicken?) until it was less than a foot away from her, before she rocketed onto a tree branch and stared at me dismissively. I will never be half as tuff as that owl, and I have accepted that tonight.