The Winter Night

by Duncan Jones

Owl waited, patient, watching
In the stillness nothing seen
There was silver, silent, darkness
There was nothing in between
The only sign of life …
Ever quiet and aware
And the winter night was cold and dark
And nothing else was there

Owl waited, patient, watching
Heard the lightest, silent sound
Of light and silent feet
Upon the snow upon the ground
And then the owl set eyes upon
A careful, lonely hare
And the winter night was cold and dark
And the two of them were there

Owl waited, patient, watching
And the wind began to blow
Hare moved across the silver floor
And then began to slow
The wind came back and back again
As if to say, “Beware …”
And the winter night was cold and dark
And ahead … something was there

Owl waited, patient, watching
But the hare did not come near
For ahead of him were footprints
That simply disappeared
Someone else had come this way?
And then had gone, but where?
And the winter night was cold and dark
And the hare knew the owl was there

Owl waited, patient, watching
Hare searched the empty trees
And the snow had started dancing
And the wind, it whispered, “Please!”
And then the lightest, silent sound
Hare turned, no one was there
And the winter night was cold and dark
And the owl was in the air …