The woods has a secret

Only the owl knows

And deep in the forest

Where a crooked creek flows

An owl will visit

In the middle of the night

And there he will stopover

Interrupting his flight

He’ll land on an oak branch

In the light of the moon

And hoot to the darkness

A response will come soon

And after a moment

From out of thin air

As if it was a spirit

An Indian will appear

And they talk as if brothers

The owl and the man

One with brown feathers

The other with head band

Then under the tall oak

The spirit will fade

And the owl will fly off

In the real world again

Some say its instinct

Teaching the owl what to do

But are there such things as spirits

In the world out there too

Timeless is the bond

Between future and past

And some can cross over

As if time were glass

And brothers remain brothers

Attached for all time

The owl and the Indian

Two of a kind

- Drouillard