21 February 2013
I heard an owl
Late last night
The sentinel in the dark.
Songbird all unique
He perched upon his
Dusted branch
Claws tight around the ice.
Eyes wide yet unafraid
Seneschal, swooping wings
Prey scurries, whimpers
Never can escape.
Poetry in motion goes
The owl as he hunts.
Perfect rhythm, perfect control
Singularity, the artist
Painting on the canvas of dark
His own image of sound.
Owl, King of Legends old
And new, this discovered peace
Has taken my heart
And my head
With his patient, patient
Noise.
Opuss № I