Owls

 the owls whispered something

in the night

the other night

in the woods where wind was dancing

the arms were reaching

and fingers trembling

between the trunks

and shadows lurking

the owls whispered something sweet

in the fire light

the other night

when neighbors were passing

down the street and vanished

out of sight

after the sirens had sung their song

and twirling lights had come and gone

the owls whispered their sweet ignorance

they already knew

before questioning who