WHO?

Above is a detail of "Barn Owl in the Churchyard" that I shamelessly lifted from my book, THE WORLD OF ROBERT BATEMAN. I hope he does not come after me for copywrite infringement. I had a limited editon of this one in my hands, but not enough cash in my pocket at the time. Of course I regret passing up the purchase now. But I digress.

Weaver of Grass  inspired me to dig in my files and bring out my owl poem. Thanks, Weaver for your powerful poem posted today. Here is mine---

WHO?

Dark boughs of old evergreens
Shelter the stones that mark bone homes.
Somewhere deep in the trees
Is a great gray owl.
He watches the night with moon eyes.
Down below rodents know he is there.
Often his baritone question
Gives them a scare.
A few have felt wind from his wings
As he quietly gathers another beside them.
Still every night they scurry and search
In the grasses and weeds.
One moment they’re munching a seed.
The next instant silently gone.