“The white owl in the belfry sits” or more appropriately, “in the auction house sits”.
There are no copies of Marye Lil & Me for sale, nor can the book be found with a web search, which certainly doesn’t mean it was never in print. But it’s more likely Marye Lil was someone special to the artist. There are only six instances of the phrase “Marye Lil” on Google today. You don’t see that very often.
Up close the claws are menacing.
On another note, it snowed the tiniest bit on our patch of land this week.
While technically snow, it was tiny round balls of dry stuff. Not a flake to be seen anywhere. The weatherman called it snow pellets, which according to my limited research is probably another name for graupel. The snow world has its own language that’s foreign to a Texan like me.