poetry

Verreaux’s Eagle-Owl

Verreaux’s Eagle-Owl

on a bare branch
directly along our path
in the last sunset light a camera needs
beneath the blue-white glow
of a nearly-full moon
he perches casually
as if we’ve conjured him
as if there were anything else we needed
as if we hadn’t been awed enough

our pink eyelids blink back at his
and our jaws hang open
our lips forming a wowed o
for owl

poetry

shapeshifter

Owen took these photos

shapeshifter

in the thicket
sunlight flows
and shadow flickers
unremarkable
except for a
white twitch of tail:
leopard