(the provisional) X

the bright eyes
of the night
just over your head
swoop silently
from behind

it’s a spring night
in the uncrowded sky
you can see galaxies
like rain

after your short moment
in flight
and the seconds
assess realise relax

it’s a black night
no fog of lamplight
your eyes are adapted
to the moonlight

the fluorescing blue white
of those bright wings
they glide fast away
it’s a barn owl

to me