the owls nest in
mountains high
the treetops make
their perfect view
to see the coming
lofty horizon
day or night, their
vision is keen
as they take flight
on sturdy wings
to survey their
legions far beneath
they take clear
providence of the sky
the rapture of
raptors in silent flight
surprising their
prey from great heights
gallant in posing
once fed, restored,
he awaits the
familiar passerby
who looks on in
curiosity to inquire of wisdom
and yet, the owl
merely turns his head
ignoring the ignorant,
his wing o’er his eyes
and goes to sleep
for the day to pass
renewing his hunt
when the rodents roam
somewhere through
his dark dominion
No comments:
Post a Comment