Owl in the dark

 

 There it was, watching quiet

The events of a dusky end -

A powerful owl –

Its ochre quills

In the darkness gently blend

 

In silence, I crept

One step, two steps to its tree,

A hint of amber in those eyes

For seconds few, the world was void

Just that owl, just this me

 

 What piercing glance,

As if Minerva herself sent her here

Lakshmi’s envoy, in mortal lands

Time stood still, eternity

Held upon that golden stare

 

The first it was, I saw an owl

Humbling to see the giant bird

A privilege as if for me alone:

The rest of the world, all ignored

As it sat unseen, unknown, unheard

 

Mesmerised, I reached for my phone

To take a proof – our meet of chance

But Uluka would have none of it

It shook its head – this was enough

A seconds few, a single glance

 

It danced with the wind, disappeared

The night felt empty, even more,

Some tales are not for everyone,

Just for yourself, a fleeting dream

A song, a poem, a distant lore…

 

15^th August, 2025

 

Inspired by a fleeting moment seeing a Powerful Owl in my backyard one lonesome evening