Owls

The blue house at the corner

Of twilight instinct

Four stories floor in Terrence

Floors of wood parquet

And now so many owls

Snowy, horned and screech

Thousands of owls

All flapping their wings

How I love the marble staircase

The claw footed tubs

The room of rare orchids

The glass hall for my guns

Statue the pharaohs

20 feet tall

Crystal chandeliers

Rare paintings of clowns

But we have so many owls

I’m never alone

The owls make this blue house

A home

How peaceful it is

To watch them soar

Through the palm tree ballroom

With its gold panel doors

And as I sit by the fire

And slip off my boots

They purge all harpoons

And the stuffed heads of moose

The apothecary closet

Is like my shelves

But deeper than expected

And slammed it as well

How long have I been here?

Searching for my pills

As the ceiling grows upward

And the walls start to swell

Oh the owls, the owls

With their feathers of silk

The owls, they mock me

And have stolen my pills

But the owls, the owls

With their shiny green eyes

The owls, they will save me

If not today, then tonight