“Wise Owls” by Ron Koppelberger


Surveying the design of twilight fire and ashen coals
Of ebony enchantment, allied, forever in a moment
Of glowing sensation, a delicate balance of clever
Caste and black cat cries of pleasure, the vein of cinders and
Dusty blood, a faint discovery followed by the sayings of muses
And wise owls, by the will of nighttime awareness
And the flight of ancient pilgrims in
Concealed vestures, in silhouette and
Eternal beauty.