Midnight Owls

Midnight Owls

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

They hoot in the vale: ha-HOO, ha-HOO!
What prey are they tracking
Behind the cliff faces
Of human dwellings,
Beyond the streetlights
And down the hill
By the sluggish rill,
Across the mowed meadows
Of the golfers' estate?
What fugitives do keen eyes espy
Under the tenuous shades of night
As squeakers bolt from root to rock,
Stirring seed and twig oh-so minimally?
These hunter-watchers comfort me;
Though on high, unapproachable, and unseen,
They pipe-organ cry, and like steeple bells
Define a space at a time of day.
And when in lurid demi-dreams
I thrash and flail,
Those wilting tones dispel the fog
And guide me back to smooth repose
Amid the rustle of fallen leaves.

© 2020 Wilyem Clark


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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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