I dreamed of owls
dusky white against the falling sun
I watched for them endlessly as the day turned
to catch a glimmer of wing beats
twisting through tree limbs
in view then gone
past echoes of blue black nightfall
the sky seems too vast empty
two stars unmoving over me
wait as sentries for the moon
tonight I do not see his secret culture
his gold eyes finding fields
the sunset reflected
with a low who who he greets the rising moon
and my words disappear.

-by the Corbyhawk who has not sighted any owls lately