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.