He calls to me
Woo Woo Woo Woo
Sometimes only
Woo woo woo
The owl of night
Out of my window
It is in the month of the cupid
I go to him
As I'm not stupid.
Silently hunting throughout the night
Hundred times better sight
Middle talon tears apart
Scratching out the
Afternoon awakening of
Art to art.
My wings are checkerboards of browns
Outside your window
I'll be found
While you are asleep
In Texas dreaming of blackbirds
Wondering if the owl is heard
A way over there.
Up at afternoon
Drinking coffee
As a muddy pool of water
Out in a field
To the poetry of one I yield
Drink long on dirty farm land
Smoke
As signals
Sent to Austin
Nightowl's life
Is what it's costing.
Turn around what do I see
A couple thousand miles
Away from me
The blackbird's sad or so it seems
He awaits death in the sunbeams
It doesn't come today
The Great Horned Owl
Takes watch to pray.
Across a country
Not fully formed
Under my wing
He'll be warmed
When the night is cold and dark
The night bird sings as a
Dark Western Meadowlark.
A tune to Mother Earth
And Father Time
The woo woo woo
Of nursery rhyme
As she eats mice for
Wheat farmers here
Never forget the Owl
Will care.
