Short Stories
Top Hat Chronicles An Owl's Orange Poem Bedeviled with worries I decide to walk alone through the dark south Portugal plains. Full shining moon, like a cat's eye. Silent mouth but loud brain, thoughts, but not by myself. A noise flies rapidly into my ears, eager to startle me, it succeeds, I look to my right and behold, wild as the wind, natural as the autumn leaves, free as a cat's spirit, and menacing as a cat's stare. White Owl with one bright shining orange eye, with black stripes along the wings, and the structure of a poem written along a body, a story carefully crafted into a woman's open body. Your eyes, like a lover's stare. Deeply hidden within the night's light, your orange stare, deep, free, you fly in people's fear, you live in people's fear, you hunt in people's fear. Owl, you with your orange poem staring at me, full moon background, against the black sky shining with it's little stories, you owl, fly in the night. Cities in D...