The Owl at the Tennis Court

short and thin

thick feathers dancing in the wind

sitting on the gate

statue face

how hard I try making my eyes as wide as your own

deep black sky, eating away time

soon to fly again

for now each of my limbs lay stiff

widening my shoulders for you

land here, if you'd like

sitting on the gate

fixated stare

how hard I try making my stare pierce as yours does

taunt me

tantalizing, your allure so magnificent

I'll be the field mouse, if you'd like

sitting on the gate

time to fly away

see you tomorrow, same time