Saw three owls last night
Before I could wake today
Dark left me this sight
That night long before
One attacked just after dusk
Clawed me three long scar
Clan of the Cave Bear
Was what I thought in retreat
Would be three to share
That chapter ended
And I forgot til later
As another closed
Why I write this thought
Remembering 63
Chapter One was shot
Like an owl omen
Before I would learn to fly
We had to move on
Flightless drifting years
Hiding pain, scratching, clawing
An angel appears
Second owl bespeak
Hunting below Abbey’s watch
Aztec was his peak
Family asleep
I poke the fire alive
Witch cowboy coffee
Sip dawn’s quiet light
Teasing mischief does the smoke
Children dream all night
Find their grandparents
Gone away before their time
Kids can make no sense
Why the rabbits hide
And the doves panic to fly
When the raptors glide
Do we know our dreams
Lingering at dawn’s glowing
Our imaginings
Was three owls last night
Before I can see the day
Of a full lifetime
Three, the trinity
Has been waiting restlessly
Perhaps judging me
Don’t look all so smug
Dreams are made that all might see
What’s ordained by blood
Not a lightning bolt
Maybe molten lava melt
We dare not revolt?
The end’s retired
Quick though its introduction
Wants to be indulged
Forced to cancel faith
Trade in love’s touch to survive
Lies we cannot breathe
We should not see three
Owls the wild’s imprimatur
Pray that we do see
What were those verses
Books buried in the clutter
Researched by prophets
Before we would be
What’s the use if we deny
What it is we see?