September Night

Sitting on the branch in a September night the wise Owl garroulous cunningly garbled her wise saws. Beyond the line of dark seas where the moon plays she sees and dreams as humans dream and more. too soon too soon the cool September will soon pass yielding to a ferrous October than thin taut cold and frosty eyed November and December. Yet in the fortress of your brain wisdom as old wine betters with every day deepens with the chill and the wind ruffling feathers. September slips quickly day by day and night by night October grimly looks at its near triumph