There's much more
than simple hoots
in an owl tune.
I hear a series
of complex notes,
subtle changes in
the inflection,
a slow steady delivery.
I feel the lonely spirit,
a couragous-fighter,
this brave-hunter
who rules
the night.
I hear triumph & tragedy,
delight & sadness.
I hear his echo,
his wail,
his solitary
purpose.
I hear all these things
& so much more
in his voice,
so loud
these lovely-notes,
hoots in the darkness,
hidden inside the din.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
There's much more
than simple hoots
in an owl tune.
I hear a series
of complex notes,
subtle changes in
the inflection,
a slow steady delivery.
I feel the lonely spirit,
a couragous-fighter,
this brave-hunter
who rules
the night.
I hear triumph & tragedy,
delight & sadness.
I hear his echo,
his wail,
his solitary
purpose.
I hear all these things
& so much more
in his voice,
so loud
these lovely-notes,
hoots in the darkness,
hidden inside the din.
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