Of some dark moment of the night
The owl takes flight – Take flight!
And look with eyes into hidden doors
That open onto hidden floors
And sing the sultry hoot of blue
Through glens and meadows ripe for dew
As coldness waits the morning’s kiss
To sit upon her frosted lips
Alone she waits for pure release
The winged one dost sense her pleas
As flight is hindered in every sinew
But life is needed, so flight is due
Of some dark moment of the night
The owl takes flight – Take flight!
Stephen Martin 2/20/2021