An Owl Stares Back
A stranger to the naked eye,
this ghostly apparition glimpsed
within my eyepiece field of view.
Scarce in contrast noted,
its pale orb stares back at me
through gossamer, pale eyes.
An Owl betokened here,
to mark the grave
of an ancient, dazzling sun.
That for eons shed its noble rays
upon ancient, vibrant worlds—
now fast asleep, shivering in the void.
I put my scope away,
still haunted by this specter,
within the Greater Bear careening.
N/A, 6/12/19, Nifty Named Nebula’s
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2019
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