Owls

Hearing the sound of owls,
Courting in the distance at night,
Their simple song echoes,
Repeatedly calling for flight.

Under starlight's myriad Milky Way,
Over a moonless clear sky,
Starlight reluctantly gives away,
Guides to the meaningless plight,
Of the not inconsiderable life,
In our twinkling eyes. 

Silently catching the air,
On feather-light, whispering wings,
Long lazy circles they turn,
Watching small scurrying things. 

Under starlight's myriad Milky Way,
Over a moonless clear sky,
Starlight reluctantly gives away,
Guides to the meaningless plight,
Of the not inconsiderable life,
In our twinkling eyes. 

This hunt is a dance,
That falls from the sky,
Over the moment that it begins,
If you're keeping an eye,
For the plummet and rise,
Or just watching the weathercock spin,
Neither invisible nor dizzy birds,
Care what you think. 

Casting ghost shadows on ground,
That's passed swiftly and overthrown,
Drunk in and witnessed by eyes,
That behold the world, wholly alone. 

Under starlight's myriad Milky Way,
Over a moonless clear sky,
Starlight reluctantly gives away,
Guides to the meaningless plight,
Of the not inconsiderable life,
In our twinkling eyes. 

And owls share our delight,
In dark, starry skies.