Owl Angel

Silently you must have flown thru the Bouldered night sky thinking majestic thoughts hunting your unsuspecting prey And then you left your dusky, perfect imprint upon my windowpane you also left me to wonder forever what you were like. A white feather is all I have now; I keep it in my car and look at it often. Fly on, sweet white owl angel, fly on. E. Hunter, 1992