The Owl
For three nights I've heard the Owl
call across the valley
For whom do you call feathered soul?
I can hear you hunting the darkness
calling souls to their sacrifice
Your call asks the souls permission
The willing soul runs into the darkness
to meet your silent rush of wings
Like the dark angel you search
for souls fearful of the night
and grant their release
Copyright 05/10/98 Unpublished works William M. Shannon