The owl’s call is strange today
And yet ever so enticing
Abnormal screams pierce
The black velvet of the night
To illuminate the soothing voice
Behind that blackened sky
The curtains pulling back
As the owl continues to howl into the night
The red hot ram full of fire and passion
A bull firm in the glass store but tenacious all the same
Twins gallivant in the sea of gods
Harden softness is the crab that dwells beneath the sand
A crown sprouts like a red sun from roar of lion
Perfected purity is the beautifully garbed virgin
May their be peace in order says the scales
Mysteriously bottling up intensity is the small scorpion
Pulling back the bow aiming be the archer
Clinging to mountainside be the proud goat
A replenishing river flows from the water bearer
Two koi in a melodic dance
The call of the owl comes to a close
As do the gray curtains consume the play
Pelting the ground now is the rain
Owl’s Call was originally published on The Fenixx Nest
The Fenixx Nest 