Owl Awareness Day

At night we fly

alone in silence

across the cool,

dark and earthy plants.

We seek the ones

we need for love

or food or sacred

intercession, god’s

question always “Why,”

are women stronger

and no one responds.

We are wiser birds,

or perhaps the ones to

bear the most and then

say less and succeed

at humble tasks the most.

Brave old bird, or sly, your

feathered heads like snow,

in grace and priestly dress.


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