From And Don’t Come Back, 2021.
You Should Have Known
The voice of the owl crowding behind
your night-blind eyes bring you up through the dark
stumbling across the open field
your back to the full moon you came out to see
now gone behind a cloud and laughing with the owl.
You scurry. Night is not your home.
4/8/20
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I like the mysterious, magical atmosphere in this poem. I once had an owl swoop down right over my head when I was walking in the pitch dark. Your poem made me think of that moment of shock and wonder.
You match my post for today! Just right for draw a bird day–words work as well as paint. (K)
Night power. I can feel it.
Yes. No matter how many streetlights and televisions and so on, the night is always there, it will always win.