The Owl-
On the winding path
I continued to follow
An owl sat perched
Old tree remain hollow
It’s eyes were wide
Piercing through me
Claws dug in
To the barren tree
Hoot hoot hoot
A steady beat
Inviting me
To take a seat
Under the owl
I took my place
Reached for a stick
To trace
My name in the mud
Rummaged through my bag
Began to take
Yet another drag
Turning to ashes
I was in the night
Under the owl
It felt just right.
~Victoria Ruth
Great Horned Owl
“eyes on you”