Dark
An earlier start
I can see the bright lights
Of Leeds away to the east
And the shadows and shapes
of high northern hills
Under the Ravens dark wing
I wait where I saw her once
My beautiful owl
But she did not come today
She is searching other fields
In places I can't reach
Away from the road
with eyes like coal
Or waiting, like me.
Damp feathers are a bind
When silence is required
#CoSopoetry