National Poetry Month continues with this poem written by Alex Goerner, artist and writer.

The Owl

Rain hit the dark cold pavement in rhythmic fashion,

the storm rolling in from the bay.

The sidewalk glistened,

anticipating the tiny pitter patter of feet to play

in the night, among rain and cool breeze.

He landed;

two massive wings attached to a head with two gleaming eyes,

the water coursing off its wings,

it lay in wait for the storm to pass.

Wind howled.

Trees rustled.

Thunder struck across the sky.

In a moment of bliss, the owl saw its chance to fly again.

With a rustle of feathers,

an anomaly of barometric pressure,

the owl escaped into the night.