what is this fellowship between things we can not see but feel
things we wish we could touch but can’t
pulls & pushes
awareness heightened
a ghost or merely an owl?
what lies there unaware
pulled & pushed
patience is feathered & hollowed with bits of bone & terror
mystery
a ghost or merely an owl?
what longing is found within the ancient sky-carried purr of a sandhill crane
tucked between the clouds of Winter
and the rising warm winds of Spring?
longing
ghosts &
owls; Antigone Ennui Bubo
