Myra Cohn Livingston was born in Omaha, Nebraska. Her family moved to California when she was 12 years old. She studied the French horn from age 12 to age 20, becoming so good that the Los Angeles Philharmonic invited her to join them when she was 16 years old. She had other plans. She knew she wanted to write.
The bulk of the poems in this book aren't that great, but overall the collection is a fine meditation on owls and our several reactions to them. It has a lot of Native American chants and such, most of which lose their vitality in being written and not spoken. There were a few poems that were outstanding, and some that were horrible, but most were at least decent. I would read through this one again at some point to revisit the better poems inside.