Dalton Day - One-Act Play in Which Please, Don't Mistake This For a Fable lyrics

[The stage is an entire open field. You can't see where it ends, & neither can I. There is an owl, on the ground, in what limited vision has decided is the center of the field. The audience here, may a**ume that whenever an owl is seen, d**h should be expected. But maybe the audience won't a**ume that here. Maybe the audience will never have heard of this connection, between owls & d**h, & instead look for some connection between this owl & you & me.] You: I don't remember what you look like. Me: You look like a guillotine that refuses to work. You: If you were here right now, I'd remember exactly what you looked like. Me: You look like a bridge where people stop to look up instead of down. You: When I try to think about what you look like, the world diminishes for a second. Me: You look like an entire forest has been cut down, & inside each stump is an animal that was once trapped, but is no longer. You: To diminish isn't to fade, I think. Me: You look like a water fountain with an “out of order sign” posted on it, & little green leaves beginning to peek through the spout. You: Once I told you that owls can't digest the bones of mice. The owl swallows the mouse whole, & then later throws up the bones. Me: I don't remember what you look like. You: Sometimes they throw up whole skulls. Completely uncrushed. [At this point in the play, the audience has realized something. The owl is no longer there. Maybe it flew away.]