The Backyard Of My Life
The White Owl
I ride in the night sky
Looking for land
I hide on a tree branch
Over shifting sand
I see through the pitch black
Standing perfectly still
With wings of silence swooping in for the kill
Winter's torn tarnished dance
Dying waters breaking waves
Perched on a gargoyle watching the graves
I wait in the dark woods
With a whisper of snow
Silhouetted in moonlight
With an elegant glow
Peaceful and patient quiet like death
So cold you can see your breath
Head spinning round a shadow the ghost
Vulture of grace making the most
Of the mercy of night fall
A scavengers masterpiece answering natures call
By Keith Hagger
