I saw an owl today.
The bird’s eyes glare at me through the snow.
Such a harsh winter makes sense for an owl to arrive in my view.
Almost blinded by sleet,
it was a vision I shouldn’t have seen,
but I did.
As I walked home it’s yellow eyes burned into my thoughts.
It’s a gaze of misfortune.
All I can do is wait for tragedy to arrive at my doorstep.
Seeing an owl means the coming of a tragic event.
To some a misunderstood messenger.
To most just a bird.
To me a bad omen.
Words from the Author – Braylon Pego
The idea “The Owl” came from my thoughts about native culture. I wanted to write about native beliefs and an owl was something I knew about. The owl was something I learned about from my aunt a while ago and it’s something that’s constantly on my mind. What I mostly think about is that I have never seen a owl, so what would it be like if someone did see one? Would they worry about it or not really care.
Revision Decision:
In my revisions for “The Owl” I added the line, “almost blinded by sleet.” That addition really changes the whole setting and vibe of the poem in my opinion because it adds a visual experience most people are familiar with.