The Snowy Owl
Like a silent whisper the snowy owl flew into a winter wilderness
A thin shallow mist stretched over part of an icy lochan
A narrow stretch of pine trees laden with snow stopped close to the waters edge
In front of her the snowy owl saw the panoramic view of twin mountains, features softened with heavy snowfalls
This white illumination of timeless wonder and beauty was home to the snowy owl
As silently she had come silently she went
Tomorrow would be just another day