Owls

A sound that I have come to love Reaches my ears through night And when the darkness threatens He protects and shows me light Clouds and stars swirl in his eyes Do tell occasional thunder And when his reassurances I hold I think of him in wonder A smile and soft laughter Are things his mouth does store And when his mirth does ring out They beg me solicit more Nothing else matters so much And I ache throughout the day To hear the murmur of his deep voice As he whispers, "hey" Just a simple greeting Yet one that make me smile And brings me his touch on sheltered wind Seperate an inch or a mile Just an hour maybe more Of secrets and thoughts aglow Yet for all his blinding brilliance I am surprised he does not know