The Hooter’s Return

Silent whispers greeting the darkened days

Centuries passing — winds whispered change
calling out our names — unspoken secrets
passing torches — scorching kiss
with friends of the night — gone forever
so it seems.

Catching breath — sitting still
nothingness — present moment echoing song
chilling fall tales return
imaginary acquaintance lurking about.

Preparing with the rising sun
retiring at descending moon
echoed true by one who’s wise.

Strigidae, Tytonidae
familiar sounds.

The Hooters Return.

~ Ani Po

Free as the birds frantically flaunting about — darkened — putting to rest during night’s healing of the lunatic owl, loop pedal activated.

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola, and the Howling Owl for housing these words.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh