Owl Poetry & Prose


Today the big red eyed bird took Craig the Katussa away. I was shocked to see the fellow struggling in the beak of the red eyed bird with a shock of flaming feathers on black. I had seen this red eyed fellow since childhood. He ate golubellas which I cheered secretly coz the golubellas ate my plants.

But Craig? Why Craig? Craig lived as many incantations in my garden. I think his origins were somewhere in the pump shed which has a brick housing with a takarang cover. Craig and his many predecessors would change colour to whatever and look at me rather loftily whenever I pottered in the garden. They were not too fond of water and hopped around with a disdainful look whenever I watered the plants. They were in all sizes and colours and they reminded me that my garden was a haven for various animals.

Heck my fruit trees were not for me – they were for the black birds, squirrels, pigeons, rats and God knows what that happily ate all of it before it could ever come my way. Never mind. I thought nature could enjoy her own fruits – I being a temporary visitor in this realm. But to see nature devour her own like that was a bit of a shock. Though part of me wanted to interfere and save Craig, I knew it was not my place to do so. I did try to shoo away the red eyed bird but it was half hearted.

I have for a while now wondered if I possess a cruel streak for thinking this way or whether it was just a cynical outlook on life. I don’t think so. I think it’s actually an acceptance of certain things beyond me and an acceptance of what needs to be. I can’t save everything and certain things are a part of a cycle that I have no part in. Like Craig becoming breakfast for the Coucal. I am sure plenty before him too had become meals for various other animals as well. It was a game of survival. Even in my little garden.

Funny coz my garden has always been my greatest teacher. I found God in my garden more than I did in any church. Interesting times coz we are living through some PJ drama a la self declared prophets stirring religious animosity for political gain. Made me wonder about Craig and the Coucal. Perhaps certain things are best left to nature to take its own course.



Meet Lilanka
“what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
An eclectic personality with a penchant for creativity, Lilanka is an old soul who loves life, laughter and stepping off the beaten track. She finds joy in nature, travelling and venting her existential frustrations via her writing while calming her body with food and her soul with music. Her motto is – “what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
A collection of eclectic expressions from life according to Lilanka Botejue. From her creative outbursts and passionate views to her love for nature, food, music and archaeology, Owl Muses is an attempt to capture these moments in time.
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