they really turned up the flames

first time i hear a barn owl, and does
he have a lot to say!

he talks so long, i have time to use an
app which speaks its language. 
syllable for syllable, the forest owl matches
what my phone plays which is swiftly
diminished by the sweet, sardonic notes
of my beloved, wry white-crowned 
sparrow- really turns up the flames!

was it even possible? had one made its
way to Cleveland, early as this? 

perhaps i was a little susceptible. 
i packed up my concerns, satisfied 
we were inseparable, even if they 
turned you into ashes today.