Dear night mother, The youngling flew the coop. Off for wild adventures, he cannot be tamed. His elder kin spoke of magic, The intellectual splendor of spells Gifted yes, but not quite so as her The painted daughter of darkness, She colours the world in twilight. This brings us to dusk, mantle I wear proud. Eldest of eld, nutured by you mother, To grow strong, wicked and well.
Those glowing eyes, The prestege of feathers Mother owl, bless our endeavours. Grow old, grow wise
In the summer nights The owls see the world The world, the simple eye can not In simple eyes Vision is distorted Wrinkles of reality Lines of insanity All that the simple eye can not With simple eyes Reality is within the visionless.
Take it for what it is, trust what you can't see. What's right in front of you could be a lie
Mystery in my night. Have seen you once, a pair of you. I wait for the night to hear your sounds, venture out into the deep hot sand. Where are you. Hoo hoo I hear you again. I call to you wait a moment, your not silly, knowing not for a single moment I am an owl. I only wish to see your beautiful face, so white and bold, you truly have my mind on hold. To watch you fly wings span so far into the sky. Seems like you touch the moon. I only want to soar with you. Your safe here with us, no fear of hunters here. Trust me each night, as I shall protect you here. Come again beautiful one. I find peace and comfort watching you each night. Nashoba copyrighted 2017