Screeching

It’s a haunting sound.  In my backyard at night I hear the screeching sound of the screech owl.  I stand and look at the stars and hear him call. What is he calling?  His screech reminds me that nature is ever present, largely untouched in the natural state.  He deserves to be here, high in the trees, sending out his calls to declare his territory, call mates or locate owlets.  He makes his presence known, in the dark, sending me scrambling back inside because it’s so eerie.  Welcome October.