Sophie's Owl by Brian McClorry, SJ
Updated: Nov 9, 2018
By Brian McClorry, SJ, ©
The owls dance along the branch.
A chorus line of yellow eyes
Got up in dusty plumage
With quiet wings and naked claws.
Small owls who fly into windows
Leave their imprint on the glass,
The details plain from feather to beak.
Here no manipulation struts -
Owls are open to scars, find courage
In a truth without a name
Though names by all that is,
Including small rodents
Considered by the owls
As they step along the branch.