Evening Owl

On a balmy night, you’re in my sight

on the highest tree branch, you alight

whispering winds stroke ruffled wings

hearing your wind-swept call, my senses delight

 

A stranger who comes but once a year

you’re a portent of luck, though in some cause fear

russet raptor of doom gazing down on tombs

your intentions remain unclear

 

On widow-making branches you linger

hovering above necropolis, the bringer

of a serene surprise, most will not realize

invader from another realm; the ultimate infringer

 

For it is not from this world you come

no, from somewhere dreams are undone

and I welcome you here, my clever seer

and to your spectral customs I succumb

 

Just as the black cat who crosses my path will bring good luck

in your nightly visits and wily ways, I am moonstruck

and in the cemetery where I walk there is no need for talk

it is a peaceful place for clearing our minds and souls from muck

 

And when stars shimmer across ebony skies

always at home in the shadows are you and I

furiously fighting against the wind, tormented hearts undisciplined

to the ways of a world we will never fit in

taking comfort in the awakening of our eyes

knowing the time is over for deceit and lies.

 

 

 

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