The orange eyes beacon
in the middle of the night
the spirit in possession
now has precise sight
Choosing an owl
using its intuition
looking for some troubled soul
to put in a fiery prison
Flying high
in the dark sky
voice echoing
a scary cry
A man walks head bowed
silently in the street
coming to a stop
hearing a screech
Down on his luck
now a bum
cold and dirty
filled with glum
Owl lands
a soul to steal
promising glamour and wealth
an enticing deal
The man looks directly
into those orange eyes
recognizing the devil
and his lies
Reaching forward
grabbing the feet
killing the owl
now cooking fresh meat
The evil spirit leaves
not able to understand
there is still hope
in this man
Sun rises
the spirit of the man leaves
rising to paradise
with owl feathers on his sleeve
copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce
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