"Thursday" or "lonely owl-night" or "Owl Eye Echoes"

There is an owl in my neighborhood.
I can hear him as I sit here,
grasping the air that I didn't realize I needed.
He screeches, echoing in the suburban waffle-work,
stopping and starting like the frogs, like the crickets never do;
like a telegram.
Come outside. Stop. I miss you. Stop.
And I lay back on the cement, heedless of spiders,
watching the rotation of the earth reflected in the stars.

(thanks to the lovely Summermoon for the second title)