The Owls

The owls are coming 
beating, soaring, Flying 

In between the muses of reason and rhyme 
In between Time and Fate, and Fate and Time

They always see the Stag, 
whether or not they take the shot

They watch and they wait
All-seeing and Ever-knowing 

They perch in the spaces between endings and beginnings.  
Between love and hate. 
Between life or death. 
Between a step foward or a step back. 

The owls, they come beating, 
soaring, Flying

Ancient 
Forevermore 



* Inspired by the book The Starless Sea  by Erin Morgenstern. (highly recommend it)