' And The Night Owl Sings ' Poem by Ency Bearis

I see this object at night
With me sometimes behind
Sometimes near me, aligned
Then it follows me outright

As I walk, I look, It walks
I stumble, stumble too
It copies me to what I do
It makes me crazy as we walks

And I ask then; Who are you?
But it never answers me
Then night owl uttered from a tree
Who, who, whom you talking to?

I said: To the thing that follows me!
Night owl laughs: ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
That's your shadow, you're 'el loco '
You're just drunk and really crazy



Ency Bearis
(c) copyright 2012