Posted by: Jim | October 20, 2005


Snake Eaters

I wonder: when the rain will
soak the two brown owls —
stepping high like sentinals
across my lawn. who lured
them here from lair in tree
by brook. what silent cadence
tip-a-taps thier beat of airy
steps, where the tiny hollow
bones of owls will one day
bake beneath the gentle sun.
why yellow eyes can tell of
things that only owls will know.

They turn and see my face
behind the droplets in the glass,
blink once each, and stand
windblown in the cleansing rain.


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