Raw Owls

Raw owls Cooing and ageing Speaking slow stopping Starting again as Threads of golden wisdom Drop A life line to our Earth Bring the Babel translator Or similar machine: The wisdom must be writ down in Our books The wisdom must be kept in our Records Their wisdom must our new civilizations Conceive. I, Poet Seer ageing and tired Turn over the pages of my book But close it not as yet As yet The magic of our ancient wands To hold To keep To be Life line to our Earth that Needs so much: Lifeline to our civilization That breathes a little low Now.