The Owl Who Lives in My Tree

The Owl Who Lives in My Tree

The owl who lives in my tree

watches the moon wake up slow

his eyes are two bright lanterns

he blinks at stars like they are friends

Sometimes he tilts his head

He never says much

but when he flaps his wings

the leaves hush and listen

and I feel like the world is my secret

I leave crumbs for him in the grass

and he nods like he understands

every wish I hold in my pocket

every giggle I hide in my sleeve

When the night spreads wide

he coos a lullaby of feathers

and I drift like a tiny boat

floating toward dreams only he knows

The owl who lives in my tree

is a guardian of small wonders

and I, a wide-eyed child

learn how to hold magic in my hands

When morning tiptoes near

he folds his wings and blinks

and I carry the hush of night

inside my pockets like tiny stars

And I know in my heart

he waits for me always

the owl who lives in my tree

keeper of quiet, keeper of me