Moon-hunter, soft-feathered flyer!
Your night spell calls me
into its cool radiance.
Shadow-bird, doom-carrier of our ancestors!
Your heart-shaped face blesses
the simple expedient of crossing paths.
Night-singer, winged dancer of spring!
I hear in your unchanging voice
a time-trapped music I too can sing.
Daniel Brick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/owl-12/
