Somewhere in the trees tonight
Though hidden, sits an owl
I hear it through the window, ask
“Whose spirit guides you now?”
“Memory is not a haven”
“When darkened, is the past”
“Safety lies ahead for they”
“Who fight until their last”
Words he spoke, this owl outside
Intent, I listened in
I gave them much consideration
Now heed them, I begin
I keep the candle burning bright
My quill remains in ink
To this owl, I owe my thanks
For changing how I think
How the World Should Work 