At Round Pond

MARY OLIVER AT ROUND POND owl make your little appearance now owl dark bird bird of gloom messenger reminder of death that can't be stopped argued with leashed put out like a red fire but burns as it will owl I have not seen you now for too long a time don't hide away but come flowing and clacking the slap of your wings your death's head oh rise out of the thick and shaggy pines when you look down with your golden eyes how everything trembles then settles from mere incidence into the lush of meaning. 34