Walking down the forest trail
suddenly sensing looming presence
sitting high above our heads

Silent sentinel perched
like a dark knight
high in the garette

The great owl stoic
phantom creatures’ eyes zeroed in
we are non-pulsed

Taking flight
swooping down low
without a sound

Then lifting on great wings
landing high up the tree
patiently scouring for smaller prey

In the dense forest
this owl’s domain
what omen is this

One with the Gaia earth
spirit animal of peoples
enchanted meeting this day

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
May 2019

Video by Herb Stone, The owl on Roger’s Walk Trail near Seven Mile Creek