Eyes, their uncanny eyes, knowing
So much more than we do
Each owl with lucid vision divines
A lambent portion of our minds
Shining melancholy a savage
Reminder of a lost, obscure design.
Caged aeons from grounds of hunting,
Feathered loyally they decline
Far from the immortal starry ones,
Windswept trees and sunshine.
Too strong for this mortal world,
Yet too weak to break it’s confines.