Perched on the archaic tree branch,
like gargoyles perpetual watch from cathedrals top.
Eyes like golden moons imagined by Lucas's mind.
The sapient owl sits,
like a grandfather on a sultry summers day.
Rocking in a weathered chair,
giving wisdom away.
Hope you were intelligent enough to take it.
Scanning the profoundness of her nocturnal kingdom,
seeking soft grey reward.
only the best for the Queen.
Aeonianly associated with sagacity,
oh, saccharine Athene must have loved your dreamy eyes
and wished for your internal light.
Who wouldn't want to rule the night?
Mute tempest and the sagacious owl has flown,
did I even hear her hoot?
Stuart isalittlebroken Johns