An Owl

An owl sings by my window at night 
it hoots the song of the dead 
and leads a chorus of birds 

I imagine they must chirp
the lyrics of the dying night 
by the twinkle of stars 
whose sparks light 
the night 

And as the owl hoots 
the night grows darker 
and his hooting louder 
and  the birds that chirp 
override the song of death 
towards the midst  of Eos 
as she holds her candle in the east 
the owl concedes to lower his hooting 

As Eos brings the winds of life back to the world 
of the living 
Helios rises and takes Eos place 
and the owl that must have been singing dies 
and Helios lives 

But I know that owl will resurrect 
with Selena and the moon 
and sing his tune of death 
by the night sky by my window