Sitting Out on the Porch

I sat out on my porch last night. The night sky was clear. It was like the stars were putting on a show for me. I smoked my pipe and relaxed.

An owl flew down to the railing on the porch.

The owl said, “Good evening, sir.”

I said, “Good evening, Mr. Owl.”

We sat silently, gazing at the sky.

I said, “I don’t know what’s more astonishing…the vast array of constellations, or the fact that you spoke.”

The owl took out a pipe, lit it, and smoked.

The owl said, “Yes, the world is an amazing place.”