Kerfe’s owl again.

night is cold

full of stars and owls

hard brilliance

feather softness

bound in streamers of moonlight

night is cold

windows run wet

breath steams and streams

while the owl mocks

our shivering

owl song trembles

tremolo among the dark trees

warm notes

winged grace quavering

in the chill of starlight

moon round and pale

baleful silver

silent as owl-flight

casts a chill eye

for the night is cold