The Owl
Elusive you are, as if I've done wrong.
From madmen, there is a faraway din.
As deep in the forest comes your hooting song,
And then I feel naked, as though I have sinned.
When flying, you gesture to the wise old tree
That is the gateway to my mystical walk.
In a vision your face comes to me.
I want to befriend you, but to that you would balk.
Later, as I am driving home, I see a shaft of sunlight
Connecting heaven and earth with a deity's nod.
I pray for the owl,perhaps he prays for me,
While my car sends up smoke signals to God.
Then the owl rends forth a heart-wrenching scream.
Right as rain. Here that? We're all right as rain.
— Jennifer Knox
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