Owl Nights

Linda Himot

Restless, the owl hunts at night when none can see.
His cries, like a dead brother, disturb my sleep,
shiver me awake despite still air and heat.

Prey to grief, I recite my catechism of losses.
Their sharp talons grasp, stun the breath from my body –
an entire family of sepia shaded faces – except two

long-haired nieces, chartreuse and pink, giggles and games
they come to visit – stay the week – smiles to melt –
my owl cache of frozen tears saved for times of privation.


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