The Secret
No one told the owls
still they flew all night through
the moon-radiant snow, claws
cold as promises, to my white crib.
We cannot save you, they said.
We can only know you. Bald
blind medusas with all
their snakes hidden
behind their lips
will raise you.
All around you
will be
the petty pecking
of bitter-braided bitches who
never caught a mouse.
Who, who, said the owls
will you be then, the dove
who tastes of midnight
or the bear who
sleeps the cold away
until the honey flows?
April 2023
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Images: Owl at Window, Artist unknown, via internet Fair Use
Black Magic, 1934, ©Rene Magritte Fair Use
The Bear, ©Michael Sowa Fair Use
