Owl
The Owl took flight for heaven without death,
I followed it’s path across the moon,
and for an instant, held my breath,
as feather and wing became at once as gold,
dissolving into star dust, a thousand times more old,
and so in vain I searched the darkened sky
to catch a glimpse of Owl in the stars, and I
still felt the presence of the one I could not see,
for Owl had vanished,
becoming part of me.
