Spark of An Owl
The night is still dreary, a grey sky
Dismal and cold, a usual winter night
There isn’t much hope within the wind
Nothing exists save for a special light
In fact there are two of them, in a tree
They’re reflections from the eyes of an owl
In the grey backdrop they glow so bright
Like an animal that is on a prowl
The owl is the spark of pure energy
Shining within its soul, beyond the dark
Taking the darkness to higher heights
Putting life in the grey, just to embark
The tree within the fog is barely seen
But the owl’s eyes are bright, a mighty sight
One can hear the hoots of the owl around
But what he emits from his eyes is white
I may not see in the depths of the night
And the evening might be grey with dismay
However his eyes bring forth hopeful sight
A beam of life within the darkness’s cliché
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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