Lifeless on the deck , its broken neck
Brilliant yellow eyes , pupils fixed and dilated
( I am too familiar with death )
Beauty staring up into the sky unseeing.
I bent down to look for life , and held this baby owl
Weightless , I smoothed the spotted head feathers
Admired its little yellow talons and tiny barred tail.
Futility , the inevitable defeat cradled in my cupped hands
I could feel the strength in the round belly , well fed fledgling.
Grieving for the Mama Owl somewhere out there
( was she watching from nearby )
As I gazed to see perfection, stealth flyer of the night sky.
Finally, I walked into the woods , found a crevice
In the well of a tree , placed the baby bird there
Then covered the opening with a big rock , in surrender
I stood and looked at its tombstone -silent, silent stone.