I see a comet flying through the trees
But on a closer inspection
I can now see it is something else
It's a white owl.
I see the owl land on a branch with grace
With its wings tucked in
It just sits there looking at me
Observing me.
I see curiosity in its glowing yellow eyes
It hoots at me once
Then flies away
Leaving a lone white feather fluttering towards the ground.
