a smile shimmered through me

her wings folded inward

the forest silver with moonlight

 

john spoke of the owl that knocked

itself dizzy against his kitchen window

 

it was after my parrot

but i went down

onto the grass

talked to him

 

parrot's a talker bright

feathers pluming the jungle

 

owl's not easy

to see

 

stillness 

 

silent

 

before its cry unspools