Listening to Owls

All night I sat up, well most of it, listening to two owls. 
This is what I suspect -the Great Horned Owl-because the second thing to listen to on this link sounds like what I heard.
It was raining and I had the window open, because for some reason I thought that might lower the stomach flu germs being radiated, or somehow induce a healthier air or who knows.
To be truthful I try to fly out my window at night and travel over the countryside- free of me.
That grows stronger everyday, to just be free of it all.
I was also listening to my son throwing up, which was funny because I was for the first time ever too embarrassed to just go to him, thinking a Mom might not be what a 18 year old might want vomiting his guts up,  and listening for my aged and ill mother also caught up in throwing up. For her in her tiny ill frame it's like watching a butterfly turn inside out.
So the two owls talking to each other through the night kept my attention as I was escaping.
One was more persistent than the other, and I wondered if this was romantic, or just two territorial owls-which clearly it was- or wondering how they relate? I know I can go on the Cornel site or other sites, isn't that great-to learn a lot more?  And if I can keep the sound in my mind I can identify them by the call. I'm pretty sure I can keep it in my mind forever-the two calls were not the same exactly though. Maybe all they were saying was, "it's raining."

One night I was walking in my neighborhood, a year ago, and saw an enormous owl.
On a roof down the street.
Of course they are smaller than they appear, but it appeared to be the size of a dwarf and I was stunned because it was sitting pretty close to one of those fake owls on a rooftop making it look like the dwarf.
I blamed that owl for the death of my cat later on. But at the time it was dusk, my eyes are bad, and I still saw a very big being menacingly looking at me. I was wondering last night if that's who was talking. Maybe defiantly standing even on my roof. So you loved Robespierre, he tasted great. Take that for your love.
Just like every best friend I ever had, no different.

Sometimes I think about how irrelevant my tummy flu, or bills, or perceptions, feelings, being is to something like that owl, or the waves close to me. People seem so awash in getting, taking, justifying, avoiding, lying, whatever. Whatever.
When you have a severe, severe stomach flu remember that everything you "do" will get linked to that. It's why my brother can't eat lasagne to this day.

I tried to taste every sugar and fat vice I have Friday, throwing up in seconds to try a new resolve with that-will I hate pistachio ice cream now? I read bad romances, tried schoolwork, looked at pictures of someone that betrayed me without a thought except for themselves, and unsuccessfully mopped the floor and ordered the closet. Take that I was thinking rather uselessly along with extended thought on our biology and the brain. And there goes my son into vomit again.  Read romances about a fat woman. I already was averse to self but, great, more of it. That ought to do it I thought-I'll throw in watching Sports Highlights and maybe these aversions can tide me over into another life. 
I'm positive I'll never eat a ham sandwich again, but that was accidental. That'll be my aversion from it all-just watch.

I hope this negative thought loop doesn't touch the owls. It's pretty amazing to listen to two of them all night. That was a real gift from nature. It's doubly amazing they kept up this talk for over six hours. As they discussed their territory. And I eavesdropped.
My fever is down to 101 so I'm going to go pour clorox on everything that I can.
Wash every cover and sheet.
I tried not to be within fifteen feet of my family during this, but it didn't work out.
Do you think owls get stomach flu?