I pushed my window open

For my day to drain out

And the cool to creep in

But as I fell toward sleep

A distant owl’s shriek

On winter’s clean air

Pulled me back from the brink

So I lay wide awake

In new moon’s black night

And waited until

It shrieked again

And this time it was answered

Not from the far woodland oaks

But from right here

In the garden


CLP 11/01/2019