Ookpik (Arctic Owl)

one of my earliest poems, written before high school. Since then it's been recycled more then once for classes, so I figured I'd continue the same pattern.

you float

you glide

you cut the night

 

wing and fly

through the never ending sky

 

yellow bright

two orbs of light

your eyes of sight

pupils and whites

 

they

dart around

eye and eye

until they spy

the furry guy

of witch to dine

tonight