The Owls are quietly
collapsing potentialities
in the woodland dark.
until there is only the halo of
the Moon in their eyes,
and the resonant wind
emerging from their
throats, vibrating softly
along the surface
of the darkness
The Owls are quietly
collapsing potentialities
in the woodland dark.
until there is only the halo of
the Moon in their eyes,
and the resonant wind
emerging from their
throats, vibrating softly
along the surface
of the darkness