". . . a brush with nature"

What Sees the Owl

“His velvet wing sweeps through the night:
With magic of his wondrous sight
He oversees his vast domain,
And king supreme of night doth reign.”

This is, of course, only the first few lines of a much longer poem by Elizabeth Sears Bates, but I thought these words spoke to what I was thinking about as I worked on this painting of a magnificent owl soaring through the night sky. He is most certainly the master of his domain, the mystery shrouded forest below, illuminated only by the light of a winter’s moon serving as a perfect backdrop for his solitary flight.

Can you hear the soft whisper of his velvety wings and feel your hair lifting ever so slightly as he passes overhead? I hope so, because I can. .