They ask to be heeded.
"Turn off the noise and listen to us," they say.
Peaceful sleep followed my listening to the wisdom of owls.
Their banter back and forth about things only owls see.
Tech/media can be a gift and a curse.
Anesthetizing us to goings on around us.
It feels like company for the lonely.
Hollow companionship, that.
Today I awake aware of tech's call.
"Pay attention to me," it cries.
So like the owl. Yet not real. Not alive.
Just a conduit. A medium for connection.
Photo Henry Dinardo