Standing on a cloud of smoke
Orange light floods the sky
Around me is nothing
But something...
Something is still here
An owl
Tall as I
He has a name
But I can’t remember
Playing was all he cared for
It was what he lived for
I waved to him
But he did not wave
Instead I saw
His piercing eyes
Soften
Suddenly cried
Another light surrounded him
My eyes cried as well
He is gone
Yet from the clouds
Onto my feet
Laid a doll of an owl
I picked it up
Hugged it tight
Placed into my pocket
Carried to the very end
Now today I see
Where my heart landed.