OWL DREAMS BY DAYLIGHT

By Leslie Jones

She owl dreams by daylight, and does her work by night.

What does she dream of on this late Winter almost Spring day?

Her round eyes shut tight against the bright glare of early morning sun,

Prairie winds ruffling her soft silky feathers,

Her horned ear tufts muffling prairie wind’s mournful lament.

Gigi, I sit beside the pile of stones protecting your fresh grave,

Beside the old graves of so many other four-legged beloveds.

Cedar, sage, and sweetgrass smoldering in abalone shells.

Here I sit rooted in Earth, touching Sky,

Connecting with you on your spirit journey,

Re-connecting with myself,

Re-defining how I walk now, untethered,

Without you beside me.

All smudged up, teary eyed, barn owl wing fan in hand.

Listening for owl dreams by daylight.

Listening for owl dreams by daylight.

Listening for owl dreams.

For owl dreams, listening by daylight.