Then for the Owl

  

Then for the barred owl,

Her call in the woods,

Who thinks of you,

Who thinks of your life,

Then for the Prince of the Storm,

A young red-tailed hawk,

Sailing pale in a pale clotted sky,

Then for the ones who have flown

But stand with me still,

I think of you,

I think of your life,

One set of tracks among trees.