Owl Dream
I
I know how to get there
-the place between here
and there
She lured me with an endless
strand of pearls in her beak
and I recklessly followed her winged didacticism
through a harlequin of overlapping spider webs,
between night skies laced with silent screech
around ancient pillars of discontent
and into a blinding indigo moon,
where we dined on crunchy shrews
and velvet voles,
pelleted the earth with our satisfaction
and stared with tiger eyes
through each other
into another darker
damper
dream
II
I know how to get there
-the place between here
and there
He lured me with an endless
strand of pearls in his beak
and I recklessly followed his winged didacticism
through a harlequin of overlapping spider webs,
between night skies laced with silent screech
around ancient pillars of discontent
and into a blinding indigo moon,
where we dined on crunchy shrews
and velvet voles,
pelleted the earth with our satisfaction
and stared with tiger eyes
through each other
into another darker
damper
dream
III
I know how to get there
-the place between here
and there
You lured me with an endless
strand of pearls in your beak
and I recklessly followed your winged didacticism
through a harlequin of overlapping spider webs,
between night skies laced with silent screech
around ancient pillars of discontent
and into a blinding indigo moon,
where we dined on crunchy shrews
and velvet voles,
pelleted the earth with our satisfaction
and stared with tiger eyes
through each other
into another darker
damper
dream
—Katrin Talbot, Madison, WI
