Great Echoes

By David De Jong

The great horned owl fanned my ear
A ghost in the dark, wing’d seer
Silence broke in aileron song
Whispered flight, clairvoyantly strong

Masked in darkness with piercing eyes
Drifts of shadows beneath the skies
Upon his footrest out of view
Taunting all below; “Who are you?”

Answers resound across the way
Echoes of the night on display

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