Out there in the misty nighttime forestSomewhere hidden beyondIn the valley of frosted Spruce treesAn owl is calling all night longPeering out my wind..
on a cold frosty nightbeneath a full moonwith a blue ring circling itan owl whootsechoing acrossa dark winter forestfrom high in the Douglas Fir trees..
Crows in the treesCalling callingSpeaking of things that can never beBlack feathers against green leavesCalling callingThoughts drifting into distant ..