The night envelops me like soft snow over a tree branch.
I become invisible to the two-legged creatures –
That’s why I choose to “be” only during the night.
As the large boxes close down, lights grow dim,
noises diminish and finally,
silence closes in.
Then I appear from my hiding spot in the hole of the big tree.
First, I just walk sideways out onto the branch.
I listen to the gentle animals’ sounds –
the squirrels rustling in their bed of leaves and branches
the birds nestling in their own feathery down
the trees sighing with contentment.
I hoot my aliveness and raise my wings to the air and
the wind and the sky of darkness.
I hear an echoing hoo-hoo and swoop toward the sound.
My love hoots for me.
I drop a morsel of mouse to her and fly on to another bough
surveying the world as I see it –
dark, mysterious, filmy velvet cloak of life.
My orange eyes blink as I swivel my head to the back.
I own this world of dark.
I am the wise being of the night.
I wrote this poem on a summer evening, with the hoot of the owl outside my window. Later, I ‘happened’ upon Cheryl’s photography; my verse and her photos matched! Grateful thanks to Cheryl for sharing these photos here. Check out her blog at http://www.cherylcrotty.com/blog/.