I Am Owl

Brown soft wings,
as wide as night,
brush cold air with silence felt.
Eyes like pools of liquid light,
dark and deep as death and heaven.

Spread wide and free.
The owl is me.
In empty space I glide,
and float.
Sweep, and curl
an instant grasp.

I feel the warm mouse in my claw
pulse and breathe.
I brush the soft fur,
and detect a frightened squeak.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.