Wane, strawberry moon!
 
I’ll keep following the voice
 
of the great horned owl.

 

 
 
 

Just before daybreak
 
the great horned owl cries once more,
 
then flies to his rest.

 
 
 

Having lost my way,
 
I ask the owl for wisdom
 
on this moonless night.

 
 
 

A hole in the sky—
 
wasn’t the great horned owl there
 
a moment ago?

 
 
 

Mountain loneliness—
 
hunting in silence, the owl
 
overtakes its prey.

 
 
 

barn owl’s hunting ground—
 
the vast expanse of shadows
 
between oak and pine

 
 
 

Moonlight serenade—
 
an owl swoops down from the oak
 
to embrace a mouse.

 
 
 

Long before daybreak,
 
an owl in the backyard oak
 
tells me its secrets.

Owl

 
 
 

Owl in my oak tree,
 
have you nothing to give me
 
but your mournful song?

Rest

 
 
 

Deepening autumn—
 
just before daybreak an owl
 
rests in my plum tree.