.on tonight's way home
a wingspan caught my eye;
from tip to tip: a wider span
than other birds I've seen at night.
I could not make the kind,
but noted only that the wings were
strength in feathered form
and grace laden.
at last, the creature turned it's head
to look at me,
and there in the eyes that met mine
I saw the face of my heartbeat:
an owl, pure white and stunning
in solitary nature,
struggling to decide
if it would land
or take off;
in quick rotation from one to the next.
there went my breath
into the owl's fight
and there went my heart as well;
|Photo by Peter Otten|