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 ⓒBearspawprint2021