Night Owl

She flies silently

Shrouded and hidden

Merged with the wilderness

Then dreams deeply in her nest


I turn towards the southern lights

And imagine her basking in the glow

Inquisitive bright eyes

Looking out for new adventures

And fresh forest creatures

Delicacies, devoured at will


I listen for her call in the winds of night

But she is so deathly silent

An invisible cloak her protection

From all who may seek a glimpse

Or even a scent

Of her wings of desire


Lightly drop just one feather silent one

So that I may be reassured

You are in fact a beast more than mythical

Not a hallucination from fevers past