This letter came in today:
Dear Mr. Philosophunculist:
I painted this owl for you in the hopes that you will recognize our spiritual connection. This is actually a painting of you, or as I see you in my imagination. You are wise and elegant, yet fierce.
I will be your field mouse, and you may hunt me.
Swoop down on me with your sharp beak, and eat me for dinner. I’m okay with that.
You may notice this owl looks like a combination of angry, suspicious, and judgmental. I imagine this may be how you see me.
As I painted your eyes, they pierced my soul. As your blurbs of wisdom often do.
Look at this note as creepy, haunting, weird, I don’t care. Our souls are connected, and you don’t even know it yet.
But you will in time. YOU WILL.
My sincerest regards,