My Owl Part 1

I’ve met my Owl, he lives in the wood.
He is large like my eagle, but harder to see.
His painted wings wear the mask of the trees.

How he found me, I will not know.
He was only in my dreaming then, decades ago.
My mind was an explosion then, ready to blow.

That was my beginning then, but now he is here.
Hunting and watching on this sacred ground.
I can see him, fear him, and love him,
my eyes are open now.

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