I am a creature of the night.

The stars and moon call to me.
Silently babbling promises.
The moon dances across the sky,
All the while Orion poses.
I hear an owl, calling for a mate.
Hearing no others, i call to it.
Calling from on wing, he comes closer.
I speak his language, he becomes curious.
The night whispers, tells me what to say.
"I'm here."
"You're not alone."
"Come visit with me."
The owl answers back.
"Who?"
I speak his tongue,
I make my case.
"I will be your friend this night."
"I can keep you company."
"Come closer."
The owl is closer,
yet still unseen.
"Who?"
I look for hos shadow,
I search the trees.
"Come, sing to me with limited words."
"We can talk of life, and death if you wish."
"Fill my ears with your story."
He answers,
I track his calls to a nearby branch.
"Who?"
I look up to him,
There, I see him.
I smile.
Incline my head to him in greeting.
"I understand your loneliness."
"I hear it in your call."
"She will be waiting for you."
He, in turn, inclines his head.
"Who?"
I smile and shake my head.
"Listen for her."
"She is there."
In the distance another owl calls.
"Who?"