I Am An Owl
Who can change what it is to be me?
The owl, hidden there in a night's beauty,
a beauty that most don't even try to see.
I am a deceiver in the shadows
who can show you a different light,
and open your eyes, once closed.
Come nearer. I am not known to bite;
there is nothing here to be afraid of.
Who is just your friend in the night?
In darkness, who will hear my call?
I may be wise for my age at times,
though I never claim to know it all.
My voice is heard; still I go unseen.
Tell me who is magical and mystical,
and yet, all things in between?
Owl: mystery of magic, omens, silent wisdom, vision in the night, deception
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
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