There’s a tap, tap tapping
That catches the ear
And draws the eyes
To search the branches
Against a glaring sunrise.
There are two at work
Creating and maintaining
Their world, together.
They send a message,
Like Morse code, to me,
To honor my family
And keep a good home.
And for when I struggle
To create and maintain
My own good relations.
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This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
Pen & ink with digital manipulation