Watchful Owl


Watchful Owl

Between the dusk and dawn the silence stirred in trees
Wind rushed by a swoosh sound made
Nothing could I see

Walking under the midnight lake
Moon cloud cloaking my bones
Shadows whisking in the air
With the last my form froze

Skeleton shaking
Eyes stuck to the sight
Shock and excitement dwindled in my mode
Slowly reaching out my hand to touch the glorious soul

Whoo Whoo
Striking eyes sticking into my flesh
I dare not touch, but oh so close
He sat perched straight and grand

My words flew as his silence rang
I waited for his clue
Nothing to sing no prey to catch
He stood just watching me

I — his specimen
Examined from head to toe
Keeping eyes glued
He and me too
We sat in quiet stretch

His feathers perfectly flat
My hair blowing in the wind
I stared at his

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