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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: March 18, 2020      Views: 32
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Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

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Prologue of the book With Vic
joint writing with a little friend
"My Life As An Owl" by Barb Hensongispsaca
I live a life of flight and struggle.
I love to feel the airflow over my wings,
as it helps me fly higher and higher.
I soar high with my ears open,
always searching for my next meal.

My eyes are huge and bright,
always on the lookout for movement below me.
I move silently in search of food,
my head ever swiveling to be able to see all around.

I am always careful of the large things,
they move in a straight line and do not stop.
Sometimes I am so caught up in the moment
of finding food and tearing the precious strips off
that I forget to listen to the noise around me.

This time, I feel the sting of the large thing
then I feel like I am falling forever,
the pain sears though my body and
everything fades away to black.

I awaken to two strange eyes looking at me,
gentle extensions of a large shape gently lift me.
My body just drapes over, the strength drained from me.
It hurts to move, and I am confused.

I hear sounds, not loud, but like my mother's cooing
when I fell out of the nest.
A coaxing noise, gentle and peacefully quiet.
I am afraid, and yet I am soothed.
I allow myself to be carried.

I feel I have caused all this
that has happened to me.
I let down my guard and now ...
what will happen to me?
Will I hunt again, or am I now the prey?

'Strange Eyes' watches me as it stretches my wings,
it coos as it looks at my claws, my eyes, my beak.
My guilt follows its eyes as I feel the cold ground.
'Strange Eyes' lays me on the grass and steps back.
It watches me.

I wobble to my feet, stretch my wings
as I feel the energy return to my body.
'Strange Eyes' has brought me to a clearing.
Our eyes meet, and for a second, I feel it understands.

I take a few steps, wobbly, but sure -
then I jump into the air and spread my wings.
Once again I feel the air flowing
as I rise and dip into the open field.

I look back at 'Strange Eyes'
and as our eyes meet,
the guilt is gone ... and ...
it smiles.

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Author Notes
Linda Wetzel thank you for allowing us to use your picture.

This is a free verse written by a very good friend of mine. He was given a project to be an animal and as you see, he chose an owl. The words are his and I have to tell you, this is an accomplishment for this gentle young man who suffers from Asperger's Syndrome.

Per Wikepedia
A lack of demonstrated empathy affects aspects of communal living for persons with Asperger syndrome. Individuals with AS experience difficulties in basic elements of social interaction, which may include a failure to develop friendships or to seek shared enjoyments or achievements with others (for example, showing others objects of interest); a lack of social or emotional reciprocity (social "games" give-and-take mechanic); and impaired nonverbal behaviors in areas such as eye contact, facial expression, posture, and gesture.
People with AS may not be as withdrawn around others, compared with those with other, more debilitating forms of autism; they approach others, even if awkwardly. For example, a person with AS may engage in a one-sided, long-winded speech about a favorite topic, while misunderstanding or not recognizing the listener's feelings or reactions, such as a wish to change the topic of talk or end the interaction. This social awkwardness has been called "active but odd". Such failures to react appropriately to social interaction may appear as disregard for other people's feelings and may come across as insensitive. However, not all individuals with AS will approach others. Some of them may even display selective mutism, not speaking at all to most people and excessively to specific others. Some may choose only to talk to people they like.
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