Owl unfeathered by Heather Atchison

Eyes wide
I perch
Watching you watching me

Forever still.

Chipped into limestone life
Some 5000 years ago

Feathered only by fingers

They’d light cones of incense
Resting me in serene shadow
Scent pluming from hollow eyes
And the holes behind my ears.

More recently
They puzzled together
The shards in an old shoebox

Rebirthing me

Into whooooo I am.

Leave a Reply