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.