The Poetry of Alfhild Berg Salls
Friendly as my cottage is,
Strange things happen, too;
The other night I couldn't sleep-
An owl said, "whoo, whoo, whoo."

I rose, and loudly slammed my doors
To give the owl a fright.
He didn't mind - until I found
He feared my bright flashlight.

Today, absorbed in a good book,
I became aware
A tiny wren had joined me
Perched upon a chair.

She looked so very much at home
I hoped she'd stay with  me.
But, when she flew on to the door,
I quickly set her free.

Alfhild J. Salls
My Cottage
Mom at the Lake