An owl crooned me to sleep
From the silver birch
At the end of the garden
A haunting song
No doubt a hunting song
That echoed in my dreams
Took me flying
In the night shadows
Through tall willows
Skimming the river
Where stars shiver
Voles and mice scatter
And night birds chatter
All on the wings
And the hoot of an owl
©Kim M. Russell, 2015
