During the day, this tree sits alone outside of my window. It provides no shade, unable to block the sun in its wintry barrenness. But at night, it becomes a favorite perch for a pair of Hoot Owls. I'm serenaded through the wee hours by the mournful call of one, followed by the haunting echo of the other. Their voices soothe the night and compliment the rise and traverse of Orion across the sky.
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