OWL
They found a beheaded owl in the meadow
The two angels who lived here before us.
How do the animals speak to us: in signs
In their memory of forever
They appear when you are most distracted
Telling your lover of your morning dream
Then you hear that call, that too near coin
And look up into what only seems to seem
Oh bright eyed owl you are the vowel
Of your limbic world: the feathered cat
As in the air at night you prowl
Knowing all that is both fair and foul
Issis and Athena know you for sight
Of things unseen, the dusk and dawn light.
SL 01/05/2003