rhymes written after reading Simon Barnes’ blog post "Barn Owl in the Snow" Across the marsh, white passing over white, The silent hunter flies then loses height Descending to a favoured perch to stand And view with icy gaze an icy land. Stray snowflakes catch my fancy, frivolous But never his; his hunt is serious. Across the marsh, white passing over white Outside the stables, freezing at the sight. I let my busy, muck-filled spade fall still A thought occurs that gives a further thrill: This, and the pellet found the other day Suggest the owls have come back here to stay! Across the marsh, white passing over white Fight on! Though cold Spring breeding left its blight, The pellet, when with tweezers prised in two, Revealed the fine-boned relics of a shrew--- Strange artefacts of Lilliputian size, A fascinating wonder for young eyes. Across the marsh, white passing over white, He signifies to me a world put right. Will future generations ever know That world? To them, and our own souls we owe Our best attempt to turn the tide around So nights then still awe-shiver at his sound. Across the marsh, white passing over white, A treasured moment; let a poet write Some verses that will eloquently share This plea and make the world more keenly care And feel, if all is lost, how dear the price. For now, the humble lines here must suffice. Currently working as a Creative in Marketing, William Glyn-Jones studied English and Media Studies at University and then did a Masters in the History of Art. A long time lover of the classical tradition, he lived in Greece for a time teaching English, but now lives in a cottage outside the city of Bath in the UK with his wife, two young daughters and a voracious guinea pig. He is fascinated by reports of how expressing and recording gratitude can have long term positive effects on mood, and to this aim generally now writes at least one ‘Gratitude Ode’ a week, and is pretty sure it’s working.