The veil of night sinks across the sky
And the sun sinks down to let the land sleep.
Conceived in the thickness of the wood,
Shadows and mist dance between the trees.
All is still in this in between time
When one world rests and another wakes.
As the last rays of the sundisappear from view,
The rulers of the night rise to life.
The owl glides on graceful wings
Through the trees with the wind to carry her;
She stares with eyes that see everything
And catches sight of him as he wanders alone.
He is the color of a moonless night
With eyes as gold as the stars above.
On the outside he is brave and bold
Yet within he is painfully alone.
He slips through the forest slowly,
Sniffing the air for some form of a companion.
Yet even as the scent of another is detected,
None of his people can be found.
The path he takes leads up high
Over the forest where his song of sorrow
Will be heard by all.
He stares at the treetops that shelter his home
Then raises his head to the heavens;
With stardust and moonlight reflecting in his eyes,
He cries out his despaie for the world to hear.
And he listens for an answer to his call,
For the one he will love and spend his life with.
Will she hear his song?
But the woods are silent,
All for the owl who hears him
But cannot answer.....
