Owl

by Jesse

the poem

William’s father owned a house, a crumbling wooden shack on stilts, located somewhere deep in the Australian bush. To get there, William’s father took the only road — a bumpy track of dirt that snaked through scrub for hours, with turns at random intervals. (A sharp right here to circumvent a spider’s lair, etc.) Just crickets, birds and horse-flies lived so far away from town.