Elegy for a Barn Owl
I found him on a snow-lit day
As clouds hung over
Stiffly cold, his wings outspread
As if denying he were dead.
And all throughout that bitter night
I dreamt of his
The silent swoop, the sudden pounce
On unsuspecting vole or mouse.
I thought I saw him with his kill
Alight upon my
Illuminated by the snow;
His voice rang out both clear and low.
Twit-twoo, his eerie cry
Became my phantom
For in my dream
I saw him die
And watched his silver spirit fly.
I found him lying on the ground
His tigered feathers
The softest down of tender white
And frozen eyes as black as night.