Owl Pellets


In the owl pellet
Are many rodent bones
Which I take home and boil
To clean and decontaminate
Then arrange on cotton padding
In a small jewelry box
That I place on a table
To make a tiny museum
Of my walk in the woods today

(Do owls think we’re off our rockers
Digging through their vomit
For souvenirs?)

By Buff Whitman-Bradley


Buff Whitman-Bradley’s poetry has appeared in many print and online journals, including Atlanta Review, Bryant Literary Review, Concho River Review, Crannog, december, Front Range Review, Hawai’i Review, Pinyon, Rockhurst Review, Solstice, Third Wednesday, Watershed Review, and others. He has published several collections of poems, most recently, To Get Our Bearings in this Wheeling World. His interviews with soldiers who refused to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan became the book About Face: Military Resisters Turn Against War. He lives in northern California with his wife Cynthia.

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