poetry: owlet
Dec 3, 2021
found again while gazing in the nave
an empty-bellied owlet peering up at me
glow bright eyes mewling needs unmet
blinking sight glazed by my light
she’s so small and weak I think
newly hatched dust soft down tonight
battered and blown beak open waiting
filled with pleas for small provision
knowing what she wants for wintertime
at other times her eyes look back so wise
a tiny elder bearing gifts snowy gifts
treasures left burrowed neath the grounds
she lives in the hollow of my heart
nestling safe between my bellowed lungs
she can fly the silent spaces singing sighs
stillness who peers back at me
quiet dark an emptiness
fills the forest within the form
202112
I Wish You Love
