Owl spoke
To me, last night.
She gifted a word,
From her
Ancient language.
Misunderstanding,
Her intent,
I answered aloud,
Speaking
As an echo
The sound
Of the new word.
Owl spoke,
Again.
I almost understood.
Almost.
I thanked
Grandmother Owl,
In English.
In silence,
She flew.
In darkness,
She flew.
Close to me,
She flew.
So close,
I saw her,
Against darkness.
Then,
She was gone,
In darkness.
Grandmother
Spoke,
Once more,
Outside of time,
For me to remember,
The meaning.
I will always
Know this word
In her language,
When again,
I hear her call.
The word
She spoke is
Death.
.
She Spoke
August 28, 2021
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