The Owl and The Chickadee
pencil on paper
2024
cry out into the night. / when the sun rises and warms / your cheeks, golden and / pink, glowing from the inside, / you will forget what the stars burned as they fade to / morning chickadees. / she will echo through your / open windows through crisp / dark air, through sage sheets. / sing out into the sun, / when it’s high midday, he / will remember you, and bake / you just right. to be / sweet for evening wings, / caught in a shadow, just / maybe. / she will let you know her / soul through soft lullaby, / through open windows, / through hazy dreams.