| | I am afraid to turn off the lights for fear of the owl that glares at me through the darkness. Those big black eyes watch my every move as I twist and turn under my covers. The cat sits at the bottom of the bed protecting me against the evil of the night, warming my feet as she calmly keeps my safety as her first priority. You can see the fiesta blanket bunched up in certain places and the sheets are melted around where I lay. My mind is at a standstill and my heart is beating rapidly; warm, cold, warm, coldI cant quite keep the same body temperature as I once was able to just an hour before. I turn on the lights, and there is nothing glaring back at me, nothing visible to the naked eye. Dark eyes hide in the light, I learned this long ago. Back in my blankets with the TV on mute I can finally doze a little. The cat observes my antics as my body relaxes with the mellow-ness of the atmosphere. The owl is wise, I know this; yet the fear in my soul knows that not all dark eyes are the owl, not all dark eyes are wise.
The Owl:
He called me without knowing
Who he was calling to,
He watched me without seeing,
The Kaw tracking through;
Now a crow Kaws I thought
An owl just says Whooo!
He called me without knowing
Who he was calling to. |
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