Yes. Poems about owls. Tons of them. Owl poem after owl poem after owl poem. Breaking my inbox and my sanity. Because obviously the reason my e-zine is called “Algebra of Owls” is because I want to post poems about frickin’ owls every sodding day for a year.
Don’t get me wrong. I like owls. Really. But what thought process was going on here? “Oh I bet no-one else has sent him a poem about owls. That would be so apt”.
Is that the right spelling for an owl noise? I made it up.