On -Owl-On -Owl- by QuiEstInLiteris
Night-eyes are watching me,
candles in the dark,
a refractory guardian on guileless wings.
Is that the click of pearls I hear,
or enameled talons, a hungry beak?
When she primps and preens,
I sometimes find
in her hair,
sleek pinions under her dress.
Good morning, twilight lady.