An Old Weary Owl

On a moonlit night,, as I was on a search An this old weary owl, flew down to perch Startled, I became a statue, perfectly still Cast in stone, as I had lost all my free will My eyes fixed, I saw his and they intrigued What words he might speak, if not fatigued This Silence was broken, he spoke as a man Saying "I'm am nothing to fear", as he began As I have searched this earth, many a night For the rats that folly, when the moon is bright Instead, I see you, a women, creator of life What is it you search for or are you in flight Can the hollow feeling inside, from a past strife Be filled by earths beauty, in the moonlight You see twilight, in darkness, your hope is alive Joy again will fill your heart, your baby will thrive You see it isn't the moon, it's a morning sunrise Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive As I search darkness, wisdom protects me from strife Let a wise old owls knowledge, assist you in life inspired by painting " The owl and the ***** cat"