The Hidden Barn’s Secret

Behind the oak tree, over the hill,

A quaint little barn appears at peace and still.

Yet in the barn, there’s a story untold

Of the soft-feathered creature with a heart that is bold.

This creature was small, but her soul was wise -

That wisdom shone through the windows of her eyes.

A humble barn owl in this life is her form,

Though her spirt held knowledge of other characters worn,

And this is how I knew as I saw her

That I had been there with her at least one life former.

I stumbled on the barn one drizzly day

That happened to be there when I had lost my way.

Not only had I been lost in the flesh,

But the thoughts of my mind would no longer meshed.

Yet with my lack of direction, the owl had turned

And locked her eyes with mine until my heart burned.

The warmth spread through the blood in my veins,

And I knew she sensed my deepest pains,

So I stepped ever so carefully forward

And reached out my hand toward

Her small, soft head as she closed her eyes

As I touched her for the first time.

And with that, my heart’s long struggles

Seemed to disappear like the outdoor puddles

Long after the rain had ceased to fall,

As if the clouds never existed at all.