Little Owl, Mahican bird of flight,
Two birds of prey shared by chance a moonlight.
There’s only one moon for everyone’s sky.
No matter the night, same stars passing by.
Unfinished moment, wings lock together,
Eagle and Owl exchange a feather.
People of the un-still water’s still speak
One hundred remain, but their numbers weak.
’Tis why Little Owl must soar in the sky,
To show the world a night’s chat does not lie.
Silent in her flight and hearing acute,
Her conversation made turbulence mute,
An Eagle and Owl under the moon,
Late night on a branch, again sometime soon.