THE SILENT FLIER
THE SILENT FLIERMy ancestors called them the silent flier
Flying so quietly the prey couldn't hear
Feathers soaring taught like a tight wire
Big yellow eyes can see both night and day
What an amazing machine
What bad can anyone ever have to say?
Other natives will say they are the bringers of bad luck
They think it's bad luck to even possess a feather
Death may come to them is their reasoning of such a puck
With their eyes and neck that turns so far
The owl's sight is so amazing
They can see the tiniest of movement if it's ajar
Owl People have them around both day and night
Normally nocturnal but still can see
They can see better then most even in the light
Owl is the medicine of sorcerers and witches
He sits in the East, the place of illumination
Known to team with magik, black and white, he switches
Associated with clairvoyance and astral projection too
You can see why some tribes might be afraid
Their feathers are silent, what can you do?
They may bring bad luck or even death to some
But I am one that loves this creature
No matter what other's may think it has done
From the tiniest Burrowing Owl
To the Great Horned and everyone in between
I find there to be of nothing that is foul
Majestic and proud I see it day and night
Sitting atop a wire or tree
Just ready to take flight
This beautiful bird is also known to be wise
It accompanies Athena, Goddess of Justice
Known to let her see unjustice, it cries
Owl people are not usually fools
Some find them scarey to be around
You can't keep secrets around them, they are no tools
People with owl "medicine" are known for the truth
We make others nervous with the things that we know
It's the owl talking, we are not a super sleuth
Probably my most favorite bird by far
Their medicine and omens so powerful
So much better then wishing upon a star!
Dori 19aug09
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