the owl
a poem
the night owl came to me in the dead of the night
the night owl screeched to me that fateful trippy night
the night owl kept me awake until everyone else was asleep
the night of the owl I remember well I knew I was waiting for something but I did not know what
I could not sleep wide awake I waited and waited
until I heard a shriek outside my door I thought it was a cat so I didn’t bother to look
and then, the same sound but high, up on the roof was the cat stuck?
I went to the window pulled back the drape in front of me a chimney
I was in a hotel high on the third floor in a city of the jungle
and there I saw the owl perched on the chimney right in front of me
I had never seen an owl in the wild free until this night
a predator his presence, stately looking straight into my eyes
I stared back at him in awe I knew this was no coincidence
I knew he was there for me I knew it was the owl that had kept me awake til now
it was almost 4am
after some moments that felt like eternity the owl screeched opened his wings and soared away soundlessly breathlessly
our rendezvous was over I was enraptured and then suddenly very tired
how would I ever sleep after this? and yet I crawled into bed and fell right into a dream
the owl is a harbinger of death and something died that night inside of me
that night was a turning point in my life it marked the end of something old and the beginning of something new
while everything looked the same from the outside everything had changed inside me
I had made a decision I was growing up I was about to jump into the great unknown
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