Up into the owl-light
Half-bright day-night
Of a misty autumn Tuesday
The chestnut kestrel
has left her tower
To stoop upon her prey
Away she hies
I might have lost her
In her fearful white sky
I'm riding in a dream
Where dark crows
Reflect the mist in silver
And startled pheasants leap
To wake me
from my sleepy reverie
I want the softness of the fog
To wrap me up
And hold me
In my dream.
#CoSopoetry