I See Poem by Alistair Graham

It is almost midnight
I see the crown of the tree
in the distance
Beautiful, naked branches

I hear the call of an owl
like the cry from a mosque
piercing the silence of the night

I acknowledge and fly up
I light on the tree
sense the branch at my feet
I look up to the owl

I look down on Gilnahirk
with mighty eyes
opened wide

I observe Lucille far off in the kitchen
moving graciously under low light
I fly down to the kitchen door
We go up to bed