Omens

There is nothing more magnificent

Than seeing a white owl flying in the light

Of a full moon.

As it perches

Onto a telephone pole

Looking down, curiously amused.

As most of us cherish this experience

On a nightly stroll through

A nice quiet neighborhood.

It’s hard not to count the blessings

It takes to be awarded such a gift

To consider it all their own.

If only one could see themselves

From a different point of view

As they stare up at the owl wondering....

(The owl watches a stealthy serial killer

Appear from the bushes behind

And stab his victim multiple times)

....Why they are so special

To comprehend the significance

Of something which was never meant for them!!!