Saturday, February 24, 2007

Owl sighting

It's something quite uncommon
amongst the wings of our small sun.
We adjust our measures to what’s found
strain to see, wings are white and dun.
Green gaze sizes up an omen
a regard that’s direct, precise, profound.
My eyes are all tears and flaw
my head bears its tipsy vertigo roll

cursing the limits of my prospect where
vision construes a fully other soul
appreciates the danger claw
that it’s not feather green up there.
Though sunshine makes the scene turn gay
I feel the mark, of being prey.

2 comments:

Meredith said...

That's very good. Any sign of the owl today?

Jill said...

Yes, the owl has moved on, it stayed one day only, so far as we know. As it should. I assume (I hope) it would not have found that much to eat in and around our garden. We wish it well, as we still think it a young owl and hope it hasn't become separated from its family group, if owls have such. But, hey, I'm an owl ignoramus!