A flicker, sensed more than seen.
No sound, no storm she foretells today.
White night owl, moon-ray above the hedge
Circles, tail chased by the night,
Lofts, dodging the evening,
Hangs, catching the scent.
Or is it the scurry of a heart beating fast?
The floating feather of light,
blots out the night.
In this indigo woven blanket of eventide
The weary day feeders hunker down and doze
Above she glides, feathers fanning the air
Above she gazes, eyes examining the ground.
Down she dives, an explosion of silence
A flurry of hastily expelled air.
Up she leaps, now done with violence
Aloft in the night sky, an absence
A white hole, where the gravity’s silent
White night owl, a light in the darkness.