Night Bird

Moonlight filters through the tree limbs Leaving silhouettes of night phenomena Just above the curb of the road there hymns The guffawing of a nocturnal feathered fauna Wearing a mask of colorful plumage With eyes so round and bright they glimmer Showing the readiness of true courage The shadow bird is definitely not a bawler As only a sideways glimpse coincides I see the beautiful owl take to flight Avoiding my gaze as it quietly glides Hooting at a distant friend of the night Will this beautiful bird be back again? Or will only the night see it then? Written on July 29th, 2014 For: Night Owl - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kelly Deschler