THE PATIENT OWL
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The moon lazily emerges ambling the skies,
when birds are still one with the night
nesting in black filigree treetops, hidden
from the preying owl, who by now is fully awake,
mesmerized by moonlight that mirrors in her eyes.
Sitting and waiting, sounds pull her awareness.
Dawn, night in reverse, pulsates flashes of green
over the distant horizon, dyes
the skyline yellow between night and day~
Still night has the upper hand, gives away
sweet little mice, lets them scurry
up the trees, towards the lazy moon,
and the patient owl hungry for spirit and flesh.