The Night Watcher
Contributed by Claire Conway
Mat-Su Valley
Dark is the night
On which I take flight
Cold are the trees
Where I sleep
Sharp blows the wind
Right into my face
Gone are the leaves
and the Snow takes their plaice
The other birds roost
On the branch of Spruce
To await the dawn
Which starts their day
But the night is my day
And with dusk I awake
For I am the Owl
And now flight I take
And when dawn comes again
To this dark land of snow
And the black turns to gray
Away I will go
I fly to my tree
And there I will stay
Until another night comes.