• A cold wind has blown.
    The night lifts faster.
    A chill flutters and whispers.
    With the dimlight of the night - The ice owl flies.
    It's feathers of water and white softly- calmly- float to the ground.
    The wings spread out past the cities, freezing the iron, glass, plastic, wood all around.
    Breathe into the open air, your puff is crushed by the belly of the ave.
    The ice owl's life keeps it traveling to go after the spring rabbit.
    The gold rabbit will always run, the owl will always fly.
    The owl speeds by, the years melt-
    Yet they come back, cold, warm.
    A owl is here every year.