It's too damn quiet around here

It's too damn quiet around here

I realized venturing into the night

And listening for fear of nothing

I soon found my fear was right.

No noises of the night owl,

No blowing of Zeyphr's breath,

No murmurs among the mountains,

No sounds but quiet regret.

And there I sat a-brooding

Atop my tarnished tree;

My mind fell through the present

Into the past of you and me.

The nights were much more noisy

Filled with the sonorous coo

Of two night owls flying

Now utterly silent, me and you.

It's too damn quiet around here

If I may say it again.

I had to lose a lover,

But I feel I've lost a friend.

Words to a Night Owl

The night owl, in the tree, cooing softly

To the moon? To the stars? "Who? Who? You?"

Yes, night owl, it is you that I see:

Golden beak, glowing eyes, as you flew.

Oh night owl, words succinct, why do we

Try to give such a feeling imperfect words?

With a grace unmatched, you fly so free

With your solitude, you stir me, bird.

Which brings me to a matter of heart

When asked why do I try to describe

The emotion I feel when I start

To set eyes upon your person, alive.

I must end with a word on the truth of these words.

They degrade. Too much beauty for such wretched herds.