Daily missive for Thursday the 27th of October.

“There is something to it”

Thought the night owl.

“Staying awake all night

Looking for mischief

Can bring all kinds of surprises

In daylight.”

Struggling to keep himself awake

Eyes as wide as the moon

Over the Tor

In a horror movie.

Through a sleepy haze

Barely conscious of his surroundings

He saw Dragonflies darting,

This way and that, plucking flies

Out of midair with clinical precision

Which in his dreamy glimmer

He mistook as a gathering

Of angels,

A halo of sunlight all aglow.

For a moment, they hung together

In a line,

A divinity of reapers

Perhaps one of them was the Messiah,

Who would know,

Until the resurrection

When Owls would rule the world.

He began to drift

As if uplifted,

Floating in wonder at this vertiginous design

Flying without moving

Projected into the void

As high as a Kite,

But as silent as the grave.

Better to catch his prey

Totally unaware of its

Imminent demise.

His talons curling tighter

For fear of letting go,

As in this wild imagining

He had a mind to wander,

Much further than his reach.