Terence Paré
The Hoot Of The Owl
It is what the owl almost says
That sets to trembling
The hearts of shrews and voles
That shoos his brethren —
Rivals-- from the woods
Outside my window
That woos the wandering woman
Owl home from flown away
That finds me lying in early morning
Ruing the wreck and lack of days.
Bio
I went to Manhattan College, in the Bronx, earned a Ph.D. in English and Comparative Literature from Columbia University, which is not in South America, taught College English for a summer as part of City University's "College Without Walls" program at Rikers Island House of Detention for Man, worked for twenty-five years on Wall Street in mid-town Manhattan, and now live in Larchmont, New York on Fountain Square, which is a square and has a fountain. Previous work has appeared in Poetry, Rhino, and Mandarin Oriental. I have work in the current The Hudson Review and I am writing a novel.