Assignation

Cool, dark air pours down like silent balm;

Silken brush of velvet wings

Rhythmic thrum

(Unheard yet felt),

Rush overhead,

Alighting in my tree.

A pale shadow

Obscured in analeptic gloom,

Vigilant, I pause;

Soundless, she wings down

Under streetlamp nimbus,

Reveals herself to me.

Reverent, I gasp;

August, serene,

A silver owl

Luminous lakes,

Her eyes intimate sage awareness

Penetrating riddles that be

Unravelled not by human hearts.

Before I turn away

I humbly bend my knee.