Owls

Owls, patient watchers of our sleep time, pupils blown like the acid-addled, heads swiveling this way and that looking for a rustle in the grass. Owls, why owls? What is about them that holds the imagination in a trance? If I were to guess, I might say it is the fact that, unlike you and I, the owl has never experienced a fear of the dark. The owl was born of the all encompassing shadow we take shelter from, or venture into: cautiously, with flashlights, and dilated pupils.