I have always had remarkable hearing, as in, I find normal levels of conversation way too loud and I can hear a conversation through a door from 30 feet away. I’ve never really known why.
But then Der and I went out for a Valentine’s supper, I was wearing my sunglasses as we were by the sunny sea, and he noticed they were slightly askew.
He reached out to adjust them, and found he couldn’t.
He leaned back, somewhat taken amused, and said “Ah, I see it now.”
“See what?” said I.
“The askew ears. Nocturnal owls have one ear higher then the other on their heads so they can pinpoint their prey in the dark.”
“Tis true, I’m night owl,” I smiled, because only Der could see such a imperfection as an asset. “Thankfully, you’re a pussy cat.”
Then we dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which we ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
We danced by the light of the moon,
We danced by the light of the moon.
Needless to say, Valentine’s was quite nice!