Into Owl's Eyes

The picture is good. All is well.

The structure is great. I can tell!

Into that forest, onto heights,

Does crown a barn owl, watching sleights.

I can hear hir hoot. Discreet yell.

I can feel a thrill - ze does dwell

Into the quiet woods, of cedars.

And they are opened, hir radars.

From the mount - from the upper ground,

Ze can see all the mysteries

The earth evenly hides around,

Buries series after series ;

On top of the mountain, there are

Colossal amount of ices ;

Down the valley, lands never bare :

This is milk and honey countries.

Not long ago, there was riches.

Previously, the region was lush.

Formerly, flows provided fishes.

Not long ago, dirt felt in hush.

People liked to travel through fields,

People liked to learn how to sow.

The masses used safe barns and bields,

The masses scattered seeds to grow.

Into their secured world, people

Have been loving each another.

For sure! - Much more than one steeple

Was built for them to encounter!

Sometimes, preys gathered when the night

Was coming - How to lose the show ?

Eyes saw, body followed as knight

To shoot on the target - and blow!

That was how things hit on hot days,

When the gloaming dusk choked the land.

Back then, humans shortened their stays

As the sunset came late to stand.

So, on the cooling down warm soil,

The bird could then open hir eyes.

Silence! That is hir way to spoil

What should get at hir beak - then lies.

"Fukurou" ("The Owl") song by Kokia (Yoshida Akiko), 2018.

The barn owl into the forest,

And citizens living in towns.

Calmness next to the hawky nest,

Excitements with the fussy crowns.

The city was full of life, wild ;

Each ward having its styled markets.

Their was no second without sell,

And all could have been bought, tainted.

Each community having mild

Worries, mild concerns - its carpets.

Churches, mosques, temples to tell

Devotions - and all kinds of sainted.

Near those, seashores became big docks.

Boats from the world got and lost locks.

Strangers met locals in that place ;

The crowds sharing their inner grace.

For the night bird, the wise hunter,

Woods have their strength - to stay and last.

For the hooting guy - the haunter ;

There was no need to pill fast.

One day, onto a large building,

A fire came to burn the hopes

Kept by the harbor - ending

To blast all businesses and ropes ;

The sea got angry, flooded, swamped ;

Glasses broke on the floor, stuffs warped ;

Despair hands desperation - ands

Gloom - calamities by thousands.

Will there still some fertilizers ?

People can't answer right away.

How can we sub for old sizers ?

Disconnection won't tell a say.

The picture is bad. All is well.

The distress is great. I can tell!

Into that city, under flows,

Does dive a barn owl, speeding rows.

The picture is good. All is well.

The structure is great. I can tell!

Into that forest, onto heights,

Does crown a barn owl, watching sleights.

The city provides a great scenery.

The forest gives one good sanctuary.

Will you come ?

The city provides a great scenery.

The forest gives one good sanctuary.

You won't come.

The city provides a great scenery.

The forest gives one good sanctuary.

Scared to come ?

The city provides a great scenery.

The forest gives one good sanctuary.

You won't come.

The city provides a great scenery.

The forest gives one good sanctuary.

Will you come ?

The city provides a great scenery.

The forest gives one good sanctuary.

Just become.

Story n°66 was submitted on 25 January, 2022