Trigger Warning
Tell me of your night
its whispers and its clouds.
What is night when a waxing moon
casts shadows of boughs
upon a field without color.
That barn owl knows
of denizens scampering
from safety to safety.
She knows that some will not survive
‘til morning in exchange
for the lives of her nestlings.
So tell me of your night
with a whisper
of silent wings