You sat there.
In profile.
On the railing.
Outside the window.
For one moment
there was doubt
that what I saw
was really
a great big white tawny owl.
Majestically.
Mysteriously.
Sitting silently.
No movement at all.
Your presence touched the heart of me.
I knew like one knows without explanation
that a message you brought.
You sat there.
In profile.
On the railing.
Outside the window
Without a whisper.
An eye blink.
You moved without movement..
Lifted.
Wide winged.
Flew in slowness.
Graceful.
Ascent.
Gone.
Feeling so amazed.
So still.
Like a prayer softly said.
You Sat There
October 2011 ©