I hear you
I see you too
Solitary creatures
Of the night
These nights
Not so solitary
Two, three
No five, maybe even six
Who cooks for you?
Barred owls
And one
Unmistakable
Low long
Who, who, who
Who indeed
The Great Horned
Harbinger of change
I always know
When you sing me to sleep
My life is on a path
Toward something
Scary, new, different
Usually good
I hope you’re right
My mind wants to tell me otherwise
I love your calls
Even more special
Those moments of grace
When you make certain
I see
Up close and personal
If I could just touch
Silky soft
Feathers
So beautiful
Alas
Protected by razors
Talons of might
Look but don’t touch
I know
Always did wonder
If you ever did let me touch
Would it melt us both
Just a fanciful dream
Like so many
For now give thanks
For your presence
Your soft song to sleep by
Beautiful
Owls