Becoming. Owls eyes. (feat. knockknock)

Nocturnal. Now.

Notorious. 

Silence. The Hunters’ Dream. Darkness.

Each lazy, caressing strand of wind..

Brilliant. Awestruck. Savagely seen.

Pray. Prey.

Darkness awakens.Our. Internal light. Illuminated.

To each their own. To each equanimity.

Scents seducing, suffocating; ironically, sterilizing.

Cascading with wet force. Scents just acting like thoughts. Again.

There is a knowing, undeniable truth, settled into Wisdom.

It's in the eyes. It's touches all of you.

There is Magnificent. Fierce. Protective. Love. Growing.

Wisdom. Becoming Owls eyes. Refuge. Stoic.

In the owls nest, no need to turn off the lights. To.

Settle a crowd. Out here in the woods. 

In the owls nest, you burn. Internal Light. Mother Nature created itself and all connected to it, from brilliance. Bright.

There is no.

Longer.

A need for words here. 

I am growing Owls Eyes.

I see. All the day can hear.