December 4, 2006

Haiku - Owl Close By

Evening falls by four
street lamps are going on, one by one —
somewhere an owl calling

I see her shape dimly
feathered cloak wrapped close about herself —
my familiar in the gloom

Rest, say her old eyes,
wear night as your own wise cloak and wait —
the light will rise again.


Written for the bright and shining spirits at One Deep Breath