Barred Owls on Evening Walks
On Evening walks , I sometimes hear you
Call your lady from her sleep
The sun crept below the Rollin's Apartment edifice,
She answered beautiful and deep.
The italianate balconies awaited
The continuos allusion
of the lovers
that played me,
Darting by in the night
with a silent swish,
Then away into the wood.
Another evening, I told my love
Conditions would be good.
We then were bogged in a mucky mess
talking of earthly scrabble.
Only to almost miss you overhead
Gazing gently down,
My heart skips with every encounter.
The Owl's prowess,
if I were you as adept,
my eyes would be like fists.
Eyes and ears so like antennae
to sense and see.
A vision of multitudes of information.
I searched for you both so diligently,
On evening walks to no avail.
Not in your tree from days before
Or where I hear the call.
She answered then again.
I saw a pair perched in two trees
Saying their morning goodbye.
She rose like a heart balloon
And you swooped down
with wings the same heart shaped wings
lifted you to descend.
You darted quickly away.
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