The owl is looking for you.
The owl’s voice is a question whose answer is you.
The owl’s flower face has death for a sun.
The owl’s neck is a wheel with spine for axle
So every direction the owl goes is forward.
The owl is the courage of life and death’s mystery.
The owl hunts by slam victory.
The owl is a moon spirit.
The owl is a medicine pouch stuffed with twilight
And the bones of small animals. In this pouch,
The owl keeps its tears,
And each teardrop is harder than a diamond, a star.
The owl loves darkness and built the night
By nailing its shadow to the sky with its tears.
The owl slays by surprise.
Yet, owls say they do not slay. They find the way
Up from the earth. And once away,
The owl unmakes its prey and then makes its prey the owl.