OWLS HOOTING IN THE NIGHT
Something woke me up
really early in the morning,
two owls are hooting across the valley,
back and forth, and back and forth again.
Tu-tuu-tu-tuu…I am entranced,
magical it seems to me,
being invited as a witness
in the quiet of the night.
I can feel the rhythm of this,
the air is carrying the sounds,
they are gliding through the darkness
like a string of precious chants.
The owls continue to serenade each other,
the chorus of the cicadas
is joining in the background,
creating a smooth symphony.
And I allow myself to go
deeper now into relaxation,
their song is my lullaby,
a gracious unexpected gift.