Night owls

I have a black hole on my redna

I look up at the sky and see dots

in between the stars

Wanting to take it all in
I move my eyes quickly to fill

the void; my blind spot

I look left and right and

and up and down and

see a shooting star

The light lasts a fraction

and I was there to see it

as I look at the owl

We nod to affirm the

leaps. A feathered quantum
physicist in a tree.

I always knew owls

we smart; they stay up

at night!

Feathery Home

Everyday I venture out and feed the birds
and in exchange they bring me gifts
I see them fly and they see me grow
year by year as I drop crumbs and nuggets

I am a little clowns that drops things
willing to share my food with bird or beast
And in turn I am fed and raised by them
Nature my teacher and playground

At home with my feathery friends
I go inside some pile of rocks and wood
to go to sleep; yet, rush outside in the morning
to spend my day with all my feathery friends