The Owl Totem
Deep in my heart I cry out to the owl,
A feathered fowl represents watchfulness
And the everlasting search for wisdom,
Brown speckled bird that hears the call of truth,
It holds to its high perch tenaciously,
And is thought so infinitely stubborn.
The owl is the messenger of the sky,
It is free to skim across the chill air,
Riding the breeze, scorning distance below,
Its sharp hearing picks up the smallest sounds,
Sensing every movement below on ground.
The herald of change, harbinger of death.
The owl's eyes bright can see in the darkness,
Its senses of steel pierce through illusion,
The owl is surrounded daily by night,
Warm symbol of new morning creation,
And navigator of intuition.
I rarely see, yet is dear to me.
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017
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