Sat in the coffee shop reading THE CONFERENCE OF THE BIRDS, freshly purchased from
Square Books, and
there is an owl in it, which shouldn't have surprised me and, in fact, did not surprise me. "The Owl stepped forward, a bit crazed,/ and said:
Abandoned sites are my lair./ I was born in and am a child of ruins,/ so don't think I go to such places
to secretly drink." Yeah, sure, you and me both, owl! (Translation by Sholeh Wolpe.)