Tawny Owl.

Tawny Owl.

An owl’s call. Our forest is full of owls.

Owl

last night at the joint of dawn,

an owl’s call opened the darkness

miles away, more than a world beyond this room

and immediately, I was in the woods again,

poised, seeing my eyes seen,

hearing my listening heard

under a huge tree improvised by fear

dead brush falling then a star

straight through to God

founded and fixed the wood

then out, until it touched the town’s lights,

an owl’s elsewhere swelled and questioned

twice, like you might lean and strike

two matches in the wind

- Alice Oswald