when
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
here
to me
beautiful