there is an owl
out there somewhere in the darkness kept secret by whispering trees shrouded in shadow by leaf and cloud it seems to have a question for any who will listen politely but persistently it inquires pausing briefly awaiting an answer before asking again and again; whether intended or not this interrogation has infuriated the old boy and seemingly every other canine in the vicinity
Have you considered the owl?
Excluded from days like a diabetic warned off fudge Is the carob of night enough? Sure, it’s dark, possibly smooth and those tasty rodents move there But look at the day with a head that can turn right round you’d see every rotten thing Every bad stroke and selfishness, every creaky knee and thumb in clarity, loud Oh to be the owl
owls in willow trees
saddest of images to me owls in willow trees softened broken limbs in me owls in willow trees let mossy scars all over me owls in willow trees night windows time in me owls in willow trees now have nothing to do with me owls in willow trees where I have been arrives in me owls in willow trees more than many of each of me owls in willow trees past beyond memory me owls in willow trees now there is enough of me
My eyes flick over the textured ceiling,
connecting dots and making patterns like some kind of giant Rorschach test. I surrender to cliché and tell myself that if I can just get through the night that tomorrow will be different, that everything will be fine in the morning, but the dawn rarely brings salvation. I close my eyes instead and listen to the sounds of owls awakening, asking questions that have no answers.
i used to throw bread crumbs into
a pond full of minnows next to a place where i worked years ago it kept me cool in the summertime, pulling the heat out of me and feeding it into the winds as a turtle snapped up dozens of fish-babies, transforming the vision of my frame into maybe the size of a praeternatural feather and for a moment, i dreamt that on a clear night through the eyes of a barnyard owl that i could navigate the dark foldings of space into the beating hearts of praying rodents— blinking back to a view of disturbed green waters— i commenced to waking... "the frenzy, at rest" © 2020 by Seranaea Jones all rights reserved
Bait Bombing from above
Is this love? His talons crush the meat of my soul Sharp, vivid, and calculated Spitting pellets of my nucleus onto rough grassland Until I am reborn into a vessel inept from the hunt Doomed to weave Cursed to grieve Oh Athena Pallas, bestow mercy upon Arachne
As the night darkens
The moon casts an eerie glow On owls’ yellow eyes
I saw an owl once
It swooped down in front of my car at full speed It flared it’s white wings and looked me in the eyes as I ran over it I always knew it meant something because it shook me so bad I saw an owl the night I went to see her It flew across the road and looked back at me It taunted me to remember his brethren that I killed It planted itself again in my memory of remorse I saw another owl again this morning He didn’t even look at me this time He just flew past me to remind me that they’re still here Maybe they forgive me… maybe I forgive myself