The Owls Sing

in the early morning

as the sun struggles to awake

and the sky lightens slowly

into red haze

two owls sing

haunting notes floating through the trees

in red gray dawn

insistently

they call

sending chills perhaps

through the inhabitants of the forest

singing perhaps about the hunt

or even love

until silently they leave their perches

and swoop silently

through the trees

into

deep silence