August 21, 2014 
an owl
came to me this night
a portent, he
I knew on sight
at end of loam
in deep twilight
in magicK gloam
en*vision bright
on silent wing
did bird alight
drawing wings
as I drew breath
murmuring
a thanks for bless
determining
what ranks as less
as sentinel above observed
a pray in pause
and knew my words
soundless
groundless
sentry eyes
followed mine
en’raptored sign
confirming that my
Ken of Souls
is legacy
is
~shore
&
sheol~
©Karen R.
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