She collected them,
replacing owls
that used to line the shelves
and tables in her apartment.
Whenever we found them,
out and about, new or antique
or somewhere in-between,
we bought them for her.
Now we share them, sons
and daughters, brothers and sisters,
to bring them to our homes.
I only took the first one
I had given her,
leaving the rest to be shared.
Wondering, never finding out
what she did with the owls.
